many sides to Rosey
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Falling...
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into a dark pit.
There's no end,
no floor,
and no hands to catch me.
THUMP!
I fall on the bottom
of the pit.
All I see
is darkness.
There is no hope,
no escape,
and nothing that
is worth praying for.
Time
is now my greatest enemy.
I gotta get out
before the trap is sprung.
I run around
like a chicken with its' head cut off.
All of the materials
and knowledge in my head
is pretty useless.
My voice box
is at its' top volume.
After a while,
time used up so much of my energy.
And my voice
began to waver.
Until it's down
to the dial
that spells MUTE.
My hands
began clawing the walls
like a wild animal.
The salt water tears
began coursing down my cheeks.
Ashamed of my tears,
I hastily wiped them off,
refusing to admit my defeat.
My pride is
too important to me.
I choked back
my emotions,
willing myself to become a stone.
Now, I am
the mountain.
I seethed
with rage,
My fists
were clenched into tight balls.
My eyes
were blazing
with fury.
And I turned up the volume
of my voice box,
screaming as if
I have never screamed before.
And the mountain
began to rumble
and then it crumpled
onto the ground in a heap.
My screams turned
into sobs.
All was lost
as the sea of my tears
drowned me.
The water level
began raising
until there was a light.
I reached out
for some contact
and suddenly I'm safe.
I was pulled
out of the pit.
And I realized
that it's OK
to be a human sometimes.
@ Rosey - all rights reserved
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
into a dark pit.
There's no end,
no floor,
and no hands to catch me.
THUMP!
I fall on the bottom
of the pit.
All I see
is darkness.
There is no hope,
no escape,
and nothing that
is worth praying for.
Time
is now my greatest enemy.
I gotta get out
before the trap is sprung.
I run around
like a chicken with its' head cut off.
All of the materials
and knowledge in my head
is pretty useless.
My voice box
is at its' top volume.
After a while,
time used up so much of my energy.
And my voice
began to waver.
Until it's down
to the dial
that spells MUTE.
My hands
began clawing the walls
like a wild animal.
The salt water tears
began coursing down my cheeks.
Ashamed of my tears,
I hastily wiped them off,
refusing to admit my defeat.
My pride is
too important to me.
I choked back
my emotions,
willing myself to become a stone.
Now, I am
the mountain.
I seethed
with rage,
My fists
were clenched into tight balls.
My eyes
were blazing
with fury.
And I turned up the volume
of my voice box,
screaming as if
I have never screamed before.
And the mountain
began to rumble
and then it crumpled
onto the ground in a heap.
My screams turned
into sobs.
All was lost
as the sea of my tears
drowned me.
The water level
began raising
until there was a light.
I reached out
for some contact
and suddenly I'm safe.
I was pulled
out of the pit.
And I realized
that it's OK
to be a human sometimes.
@ Rosey - all rights reserved