A swift strike
No result
Another punch is thrown
And yet this wall is still not broken
How many more fists must be thrown to break down these walls
I am still trapped
It is just myself and the darkness
I punch once more
My fist hits the wall
It is now bleeding
I continue to strike with no reward in sight
Once more
I can now feel the bones breaking
This tiny room is now filling with cement
I am left to suffocate
Buried in the very brick and stone I built
YOU ARE READING
Infatuated Bliss
Poetry"This is the mindscape carved by a blade, engraved into my mind. The same blade I used to carve the word Happy into my skin" ~ Assassain_Music #18 in MentallyUnstable #967 in Anxiety..that's impressive-right??
