Trapped on this very spot.
A punishment, so raw.
If you saw what I saw,
you didn't care if you were bound or not.
But this torture is not okay.
I see, a few inches from me
a grape, oh it smells so tasty.
If I reach for it, it blows away.
It's water that I feel,
flowing in front of my lips.
If I want to drink a few zips,
it sinks down to the ground, for real.
I want my eyes to be blind,
so I will not see my needs.
With nothing on my mind.
Only feeling the pain of my own deeds.
A contest entry
- X...sick and tired of being sick and tired...X by restful.soul.
470 points, ended September 3, 2007, 23 entries
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