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Web Of Strife
The strings attached to your suffering jerk, tugging at your every move.
You are found walking on the line, very closely to the edge.
You can breathe but to feel is harder as your life becomes heavy laying upon your chest.
Breathing becomes a chore, useless at times it seems. Although every living thing needs to breathe.
Suffering is like a fly caught in a spiders web, it wiggles to be free. Sadly that’s it’s key to the door of death.
I have learned how to stop wiggling, to sit for awhile longer, breathe one more time and deeply.
I might struggle at times but I know when to expect my design is perfect the way it is.
We all are flawed, we all live on the edge of our realities, moving as life pushes us forward.
You are found walking on the line, very closely to the edge.
You can breathe but to feel is harder as your life becomes heavy laying upon your chest.
Breathing becomes a chore, useless at times it seems. Although every living thing needs to breathe.
Suffering is like a fly caught in a spiders web, it wiggles to be free. Sadly that’s it’s key to the door of death.
I have learned how to stop wiggling, to sit for awhile longer, breathe one more time and deeply.
I might struggle at times but I know when to expect my design is perfect the way it is.
We all are flawed, we all live on the edge of our realities, moving as life pushes us forward.
Published 8th Apr 2018
Author's Note
© 2018 By AutisticPoet I have autism but I also have an IQ above 200. I suffer because I am aware of the passing of time and I have a growing need to try to control my life. I believe it's the human condition that makes most people to move and respond the way they do. I am no different than anyone else. I suffer the same as you.
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