Inspiration from Pain- "Trapped"
Trapped. Trapped in a deep trench of sorrow. There is no way out; no turning back. The walls slowly collapse. They are ganging up on me. I am helpless. I am alone. "Help me!" The trench gets smaller and smaller. Silence. I can not breathe; suffocation. The walls compress my body; there is no way out. Weight slowly builds on my shoulders. I am trapped. There is no escape. Buried in sorrow I lay in pain; in agony. "Help me!" No one is here to save me; no one can. Still silence. Nothing will be the same. Abandoning my body, I drift off into a dream. A dream of open space fill my vacant mind. Space to stretch and move; space to feel alive and free. I start to dance. I have longed for this freedom; but then I awaken. It was only just a dream. I lay, still and broken. The silence remains. I am trapped; in misery, in pain. Now I know, nothing will be the same. I find inspiration from pain.
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