Peeking through this hole
Escape my only goal
My captors hear my movement
And try to improve it
By tying me to this broken chair
And knocking me out so I’m not aware
Of where they are taking me
I just want to be free
Now the room is dark and silent
Aside from my cries everything is quiet
I remember what it was like outside
Now I feel as if I’ve died
The wind rustling the leaves
The rustic scent of trees
But now it’s just a memory
A dream to deepen my agony
No one knows I’m gone
And it feels so wrong
To see the picture I used as a prompt, follow the link.
http://definitivefreak.deviantart.com/art/Through-the-Peep-Hole-72089544
A contest entry
- Underneath it all... (are you my muse?) by DefinitiveFreak.
525 points, ended March 18, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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Very nice job.
I can see it vividly
It's full of emotion, that seems to have a deeper meaning than is shown. I love it.
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