A desolate place

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A work required for school. We had to write a descriptive piece with the title 'A desolate place'.

 

Have you ever felt as if you were walking around with earplugs in your ears? Every sound is muffled; each word is mumbled at you. Along with that, it’s as if you constantly have sunglasses on. The brightness of the day is muted; the colors not as vibrant as they should be. Each touch to your skin is rough and uncomfortable, and nothing seems to taste as good as it used to. This is what it’s like when you fall into the depths of your psyche, the depths of darkness and nothingness. It’s as if you’re underwater, nothing is how it should be. You feel your way around for something to hold onto to bring you up for air, and your hand finally lands on something. You feel yourself moving upwards, finally, and feel hopeful, until it slips away and you start sinking once more.

That’s when you realize that you are truly alone in the pit of your own mind. Each word you think ricochets around your skull, burning with each syllable. The only words you hear are your own thoughts, with no one around you to fill the void of silence that has overcome your entire body.

You press around, trying to move through the water, but find that it has turned to sludge as you delve deeper into your subconscious. It’s darkness, a darkness that you can feel pressing down on your body. You could almost run your fingers through the thick blackness, but it pushes down so hard that you can’t move a limb.

Those deep, dark nightmares you had as a child emerge once more and remind you of the way you used to wake up in a cold sweat, afraid to move a muscle. They’re real now, taking the form of real people and objects in your life. That one you loved has turned into the monster under the bed, that one closest to you has turned into that bloodsucking vampire.

There is nothing to help you through the sludge, the water, back up to air. You are suffocating within your own mind. 


Submitted: April 17, 2012

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