Mystifying and cryptic.
Gloomy and apocalyptic….
This is how I envision
the theater in my head,
Feelings of the colors
black, drab and dark red.
Barbed wire around my lungs,
stabbing, restricting as I breath.
Fluid inside my heart turning black,
Boiling vigorously begins to seethe.
Dark dressed figures are filing in,
organizing a vast congregation.
Eerily anxiously waiting for,
a humiliating public castration.
Never given an adequate chance
to stand or walk tall,
Beaten down relentlessly
they forced me to crawl.
Similar to being stuck in a dream,
trying to fight but feeling too weak.
Opened my mouth attempting to scream,
only to find I can’t even speak.
Escaping to a hot desert scene
where I’m lying on the ground,
longing for a sudden death
as the vultures circle ’round.
I finally awake
as my eyes spring open,
Overwhelming panic
as my body lies frozen.
Cannot move or think
wanting to yell,
ultimate fear comes to life
as I’m stuck in this hell…
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