Hopelessness feels like your gently, gradually, sinking into quicksand
It is physically consuming and mentally exhausting
It performs a double trick, creeping, sticking to every inch of your tired skin, while taunting your stability; defying the remaining hope.
It mocks your gasps, blinding your eyes with the salty evidence of your weakness.
Your walk is quick, rapid, indifferent to everyone else's-
but the weight you pull is massive, painful and constraining.
Your face, cold, your eyes a sinking dusky void-
Unwelcoming, suffocating, searching for a savior.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
Hopelessness feels like your gently, gradually, sinking into quicksand
It is physically consuming and mentally exhausting
It performs a double trick, creeping, sticking to every inch of your tired skin, while taunting your stability; defying the remaining hope.
It mocks your gasps, blinding your eyes with the salty evidence of your weakness.
Your walk is quick, rapid, indifferent to everyone else's-
but the weight you pull is massive, painful and constraining.
Your face, cold, your eyes a sinking dusky void-
Unwelcoming, suffocating, searching for a savior.
#hopeless #suffocation
