closing claws
ripping off the flesh
of a shadow
saved in a corner
of a single
soul.
no room for an S.O.S.
in this glass jar
filled with despair
in hermetically
closed
words.
closed, closure, close,
such hilarious
list of words
suitable for both
love and
hate.
no reason available
in words or gestures
or thoughts or mimics,
but a single feeling,
a painful thirst
of freedom,
but this closing
fog
stealing
every breath
is closing
every exit,
like alcohol vapours
surrounded by flames,
imploding
violently
into
oblivion.
scared,
alone,
trapped,
wrapped
in a single
point.
Trying to get into the core of despair itself, in order to better understand severe depression. As difficult as it sounds, being in someone else's shoes has never been so eye-opening, so started throwing words together, maybe it will be of relief for someone at some point.
