Struggling to see through the darkness which surrounds
me, I scream for help. Nothing — no one — alone.
I’m stuck in a world devoid of color and sound,
tormented by demons — I’m far away from home.
I’m far away from home, and I struggle to return.
Getting close — elation — just there, past the hills —
I find my village demolished and burned.
The ground is in mourning. The air is so still…
In response to today’s Daily Post prompt — struggle.
The exams are driving me crazy. I catch myself wishing I could write a poem or two (or three, or ten) while I’m sifting through mountains of notes and textbooks. *sigh* Three more exams to go.
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