Prompt: Write a poem or short story by what you can’t see.
I can’t see..
what they see
sometimes I question,
if I’ll ever be the
same as them.
They see the light.
They see the end of the tunnel while
I see the ocean
and endless pit of darkness
and anxiety.
They see the world as their home,
their realm.
I see it as another place
I’m forced to call home.
The world I was sent to,
never being able to return to
my own version of home.
The monsters and ghosts
that haunt me will
drive them to the
brink of their sanity.
My ocean would
drown them,
pulling them into the
endless thoughts of it’s…
pain.
I can’t see the brightness of
the world.
I can’t see the good in
anything.
Why make friends
if you’re going to use them to
your advantage?
To break them,
to shake them into
ground,
to destroy them from
the inside.
You might as well try to
break them
before they break you
first.
I can’t see it.
Blinded by my emotions,
I can’t blend in
like the rest.
I can’t see the purity and
good in anything.
All I see are scars and broken halves…
coming to get what they lost.
I wish I could see again.