Friday 6 February 2015

Creative Writing Workshop- Afraid by Alex Pritchard

Bonjour young Boy, choked by darkness.
Enjoying this lonely void, forever endless?
There’s a warm light, you feel nothing but coldness,
Little Boy, how does it feel to be so powerless?

No pain, no feeling, no binds. Captured?
No sound, no direction, no sight. Fear?
No thought, no future, no sanity. Angered?
No presence, no warmth, no touch. Near?

Poor blind Boy, you were never entitled to happiness.

Boy, was this ever dubious?
Boy, your words, they were lifeless.
Boy, your hope, it was always hopeless.
Boy, you never noticed that your sky was starless?

That persona crumbles, they’re closing in, Shadows.
Forget it, drop that flimsy mask, unidentified.
Tick tock, Boy, tick tock, can you see the gallows?
There is no deception, only what you lied.

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