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[oxytim]

The words resonated through the air,
stone words bouncing off hard walls.
Crackling sounds.
her room always had bad acoustics,
never anticipated they would ever be this dramatic.
her voice now amplified
every sound lasting longer.
every word ringing twice.

always seen this coming...

“I think you’re right, this isn’t working. And it isn’t going to work in the future either...”

difficulty trying to imagine a soft voice
deliver hard words.
it just happened,
the thought, it still sounded pleasant,
till the thorn pricked in...
The air started closing in,
becoming tight and thin,
the slow choking
all walls shrinking and elongating.
The distance between us, lengthening.
Beyond the scale of nature,
i knew my petals would never roam free.
My brain screamed, shredding the space between us.
My lips however, didn’t move,
my body, limb.
I was working hard to stay composed.

One close look at the door.
My liberation
Or was it?
flee or freedom.
if my feet could let me, I’d use them.

I knew to well, I’d been down that route before.
The lone corridor, the dead living room.
I knew every detail in my mind.
I could estimate it with engineering precision
the blue prints, of plans and sections.
The square cut tiles, the pristine white walls,
and to the left, the exit wooden door.
Through the shadowy space,
I could see myself go.
I knew what was on the other side of that door.

I didn’t know what to say, but I said it anyway...

“I understand...”

My brain screamed even more,
louder this time.
I saw her look closer.
Lies in my eyes,
she saw the sufferering
The pain boiling...
through my veins.
She could see it, she didn’t move,
but she took several steps back, further.
It was fear, the same fear that struck me.
I didn't know what was going to happen next.
I felt my eyes boil.
It wasn’t tears or blood, it was oil.
Hot road paving oil, it started to flow,
but just before it reached my eyes, it stopped...

[fikrah]

tight and deep...when the worst comes to the worst...guess we all at certain point in our lives have to confront our fears...we live with that demon next to us always...two thumbs up!!! :|

[Rikambura]

i like it too!

[Couzifer]

...Yeah!, now that was a nice read...I like the connection in this piece...it got that harmony that makes you wanna keep on reading no matter how long the poem is;

oxytim said:

The words resonated through the air,
stone words bouncing off hard walls.
Crackling sounds.
her room always had bad acoustics,
never anticipated they would ever be this dramatic.
her voice now amplified
every sound lasting longer.
every word ringing twice.

I like the "confusion" in this first stanza...its "Organized Confusion".

The concept is amazing, the description makes it seem so real like watchin' some kind of a movie...

Nice write oxytim.