Escape (the poem) No bars, no cage Yet I'm trapped Breaking out is impossible
Frozen in place Can't move forward Everything is so chilling
Why? How? They ask but don't know It's unexplainable They can't understand It's something you feel, I feel Silence is the enemy The dark; it's conspirator Quiet lets it swarm and sting Quiet brings it to life Help is so close, yet so far They tell me I'll feel better after a nights sleep But they don't realize the problem is within All alone inside No one's coming In solitary it returns The thought, thoughts Stuck inside my own mind I can't unwind There's no escape
Escape (the short story – in progress)
Hazy vision, pounding head…overwhelming confusion. A glimmer of bright silver light is spotted. Yet a simple gaze spots something dim; heavy steel bars. The slightest touch turns the bars into a mist. What is this place? No end, no beginning; just darkness. No escape.
Not the slightest chill, or the smallest snowflake, but still frozen. Frozen in a void of emptiness. Could this be real?
Suddenly voices from the void; yearning questions loom. Why? How? They ask, as if one should know, but they don’t know. It can’t be explained or understood. It’s emotion, a feeling.
The quiet returns. In silence dastardly thoughts haunt the soul. Darkness prevails; no light can enter, there’s none to escape. Silence is the enemy, and dark it’s conspirator; they give it life. Swarming and stinging, eating away, tearing apart from the inside out; only it prevails.
“Hey, you ok?”
“I asked if you’re alright. You seem out of it. Maybe you should go to bed, a nights sleep will help.”
“Yeah, sure. I gotta go.”
Help is so close, but there’s no way to grasp those reaching out. They’re too far, they don’t understand it. They can’t see it, because they can’t enter. The problem is within.
Solitude returns, but without solace. It has returned, it is taking over. It leaves but a shell of a person that once was; emptiness. A few words are all that remain.
Vision is always 20/20 when you look into the past, now it is too late. A short, hollow future is what remains.