Scurry

Icy cold fingers invade 
There's no stopping it 
No chance of a forcefield no brigade
Assaulted. FIRE! hit! FIRE! hit!

No way to breathe
They fire and never miss
Just some air is what I need
Torturous

Shaded eyes 
Ears distracted
No more lies
The truth extracted

Head seems clouded
Heart in a bind
Yet I am who allowed it
The mistakes are mine

Beaten down by my own hand
Today I'm at a loss
In the beginning I simply wanted to stand
Now I see how much it cost

Bewildered abyss
I'm sinking quick
They never miss
I feel sick

Hurry! Hurry!
That's all I feel
But where or what I think as I scurry
This crap can't be real

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Joe Dimino

Date: 9/8/2018 12:18:00 PM

Great writing! It isn't real; break the cycle/chains with positive thought and you are reasonably free. Freewill is a wonderful concept, but so few of us truly understand the process and blessed miracle. We are held prisoner by negative people, by ideas and circumstances, simple by allowing them into our minds. Dismissing negatively from one's mind is a chore at first, but gets easier with practice. Many bad heartaches can become manageable. Not mistakes! Building blocks for success.