He was helpless,there was help somewhere and by god he had tried to find the tincture to sooth the chronic,stinging ailment,
But nothing made the soul feel more helpless than discovering that none of the help,helps,
Despair came with every morning,waking him abruptly like a vicious alarm clock,shattering the dreams that had now also become septic,
There was no escape,
Where once relief could be found in sleep,in solitude,now behind every door along the corridor of existence was darkness,
Blow after blow reigned down upon his very being,his essence was forgotten,just a shell, a deteriorating husk filled with fake smiles and rehearsed conversations,
Each and every time the spark of hope was struck bringing warmth and light to the nothingness the smothering blanket of cruelty enveloped and extinguished the fast diminishing hope of rejuvenation,
Turmoil was all that remained,where once there was laughter,adventure and charisma now was just a raging see of torment. Each thought or doubt or decisions crashing into the next until the chaos of it all was enough to sink even the most resilient vessel,
There was no calm,for every time the water fell still for a moment the winds would once more whip up a frenzy. The dark Tsunami threw salt into his eyes so that any glimpse of reality was washed away by pain. Nothing had ever felt more enticing than floating down into the deep dark depths. Giving in to the currents and finally giving in to the will of the endless storm.
But still his legs kicked,still he kept his head barely above the waters but as every minute passed his reason to keep kicking floated off into the distance and the hope of rescue faded.
But nothing made the soul feel more helpless than discovering that none of the help,helps,
Despair came with every morning,waking him abruptly like a vicious alarm clock,shattering the dreams that had now also become septic,
There was no escape,
Where once relief could be found in sleep,in solitude,now behind every door along the corridor of existence was darkness,
Blow after blow reigned down upon his very being,his essence was forgotten,just a shell, a deteriorating husk filled with fake smiles and rehearsed conversations,
Each and every time the spark of hope was struck bringing warmth and light to the nothingness the smothering blanket of cruelty enveloped and extinguished the fast diminishing hope of rejuvenation,
Turmoil was all that remained,where once there was laughter,adventure and charisma now was just a raging see of torment. Each thought or doubt or decisions crashing into the next until the chaos of it all was enough to sink even the most resilient vessel,
There was no calm,for every time the water fell still for a moment the winds would once more whip up a frenzy. The dark Tsunami threw salt into his eyes so that any glimpse of reality was washed away by pain. Nothing had ever felt more enticing than floating down into the deep dark depths. Giving in to the currents and finally giving in to the will of the endless storm.
But still his legs kicked,still he kept his head barely above the waters but as every minute passed his reason to keep kicking floated off into the distance and the hope of rescue faded.
