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Block My Sight
The wall's tall enough to block my sight
ramparts of stone hiding past's domain
stretching for mile into the distance
that land I've left so far behind
with monuments of fates I'd forget
still awaits slumbering behind the wall
this barrier imagined boldly in my mind
no impediment to the rest of the shared world
stands solid against the therapy
with razor wire to stop temptation's curse
enticements offered by a nostalgic heart
I have no desire to reopen the ragged cuts
each spawns anxiety with harsh demands
I must end my life if the barricade fails
falling to earth as the bullet impacts flesh
so the barrier must be maintained
lest the monsters consume what I have left
each block held in place with fear of life
these phantoms mutter beyond the faint divide
spawned by a life that that never was
still I'll shudder in my huddled ball
this is the outcome mercy could grant
salving the wounds that still bleed
never to adventure but always safe.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180411.
ramparts of stone hiding past's domain
stretching for mile into the distance
that land I've left so far behind
with monuments of fates I'd forget
still awaits slumbering behind the wall
this barrier imagined boldly in my mind
no impediment to the rest of the shared world
stands solid against the therapy
with razor wire to stop temptation's curse
enticements offered by a nostalgic heart
I have no desire to reopen the ragged cuts
each spawns anxiety with harsh demands
I must end my life if the barricade fails
falling to earth as the bullet impacts flesh
so the barrier must be maintained
lest the monsters consume what I have left
each block held in place with fear of life
these phantoms mutter beyond the faint divide
spawned by a life that that never was
still I'll shudder in my huddled ball
this is the outcome mercy could grant
salving the wounds that still bleed
never to adventure but always safe.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180411.
Published 11th Apr 2018
Author's Note
“Block My Sight” is about anxiety associated with the past. The past can be locations, people, or past times. My “inspiration” is personal anxiety that drives me to NEVER want to go near the past elements. I have to. I must if I will be productive in my life. Still, the desire to run away, by any means possible, is VERY strong.
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19th Apr 2018 4:51am
I love how you this dark fantasy setting as an allegory to explore your own struggles with depression. As someone who believes sci-fi/fantasy/horror have the ability to be as powerful as any other form literature I really appreciate your perspective and I hope to read more from you. As far as structure is concerned I can't find anything wrong with it, the only thing I'd fix is changing "mile" to "miles". Otherwise, fantastic work!
