100 WC

100 WC

The darkness grows, but I can still see.

The chains get tighter, but I can still move.

My voice is gone, but I can still scream.

I’m still breathing, but everything else is dead.

I may as well be gone.

People are happy, but I’ve forgotten what it’s like.

People are running, but I don’t have the energy.

People are eating, but I’m not hungry. I never am.

People know who they are but I don’t.

I’m lost in my own mind.

I let go a long time ago. Some people manage to grasp the rope, pull themselves out of the dark, but my hands slipped and I fell, and I’ll never escape. The rope is still here, in the corner, but I don’t have the energy to even try anymore. So I just sit, and wait.

One thought on “100 WC

  1. This piece of writing was very mysterious. It gives the reader small pieces of information, but not enough to know exactly what is going on, making the reader wonder.

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