EndlessHoping
The forces hold me, control me, silently taunting me. I cant see, unable to eat due to the fear that continues to consume me. I am endlessly hoping, fearful writing. The forces continue to break me, define and frighten me.
The forces that hold me are the arms that seem to be defining me, trapped and alone the forces that continue to taunt me. The forces that hold me so. The forces that continue to keep me bound. They have not a name, they make not a sound.