By Rimashaolan
Prompt 08: Broken of the 100 Themes Challenge
A heart that screams out in anguish, pain and suffering but no one hears its plea.
What will happen to its voice once the reason for it to sing has expired?
Will the rage it has built, fuel the fire to wilt its blooming flower?
The seasons change and so does the feeling it holds inside. Little voice of reason has failed.
Uncooperative the consciousness has become, for the very soul has lost its battle as well.
Tired.
It is weak from all the fighting and it feels as if it cannot go on any longer.
Who will break free its chain?
Who will hear its anguish and silent yells of freedom it longs to have?
Somewhere along the line warning bells ring.
An alarm to signal distress or perhaps something else.
But its too late.
The walls etched upon trust begin to falter.
They're slowly breaking and vanishing with each passing second.
The faith has been long lost.
It's over.
Prompt 08: Broken of the 100 Themes Challenge
A heart that screams out in anguish, pain and suffering but no one hears its plea.
What will happen to its voice once the reason for it to sing has expired?
Will the rage it has built, fuel the fire to wilt its blooming flower?
The seasons change and so does the feeling it holds inside. Little voice of reason has failed.
Uncooperative the consciousness has become, for the very soul has lost its battle as well.
Tired.
It is weak from all the fighting and it feels as if it cannot go on any longer.
Who will break free its chain?
Who will hear its anguish and silent yells of freedom it longs to have?
Somewhere along the line warning bells ring.
An alarm to signal distress or perhaps something else.
But its too late.
The walls etched upon trust begin to falter.
They're slowly breaking and vanishing with each passing second.
The faith has been long lost.
It's over.