How many blind alleys
must I wreck fingers in,
tearing down opportunity's walls.
Let solidarity scream
from this arid place I call freedom,
and beneath this skin
broils emptiness,
an infinite space contained;
no matter what hope
is force fed.
No window catches light;
shows a soul beneath fabrication,
I am the coffin sealed,
interred below quick sand
that sucks life from all.
This, my forced path
leading deeper to myself.
Author notes
We have sealed ourselves away behind our money, growing inward, generating a seamless universe of self.
- William Gibson [from book: Neuromancer]
Guideline: A treat for you. I hope. Show me your depression. Despise it with me. Free verse. No use of the words: subfusc, dark, fear, love, happiness.
Sorry to post such crap, but I'm lost for ideas ... actually I'm just lost.
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Comments
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This is not crap at all! I think you did the quote justice
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lol on your being "lost"- I can laugh because it is a temporary state of being... so, let's see if you wrote "crap" here... well, it certainly is inscrutable... but the inscrutable is well written and presented... yes, I'd say "lost" in the sense that you are attempting to close a circle and are not quite there yet...
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Your right
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I can't believe you would call this crap, this is an amazing write from your prompt. Best of luck to you.
♥
whisper
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