Futility

Leaning against the wall

breath coming in gasps

eyes darting around

knowing that soon

I will have to run again.

‘It is futile to run’

the voice hisses in my ear

as startled

I dash off again.

‘Round and round

an endless maze

all while the voice crawls closer.

Oozing

black shadows

piercing through the gloom

no matter where I hide

no matter how hard I run

they are still there

voices

shadows

insanity.

Wallls built of my memories

move ever closer

confining me

jailing me

no way for my escape.

I scream in terror

I scream in rage

sick of this torment

I want it all to end.

Sept. 6/18

 

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