Screaming out into the night
The fear within taking flight
Frustrations rise like the wind
No longer can I pretend
That all is right and all is well
As I slip down into this hell
A self-made prison built of hate
The walls as cold and dark as slate
And they are closing in evermore
And stifling me down to the core
jadedheart
Thoughts From A Jaded Heart 
December 6th, 2011 at 7:36 AM
A self-made prison can be escaped
with a self-made key to undo the hate
Squeezing walls all dark and slatey
push against with your strength almighty.
Take a breath, a good deep breath and
bluster away those frustrations
bluster away those fears
Take another deep breath
and sigh a smile
let those screams run a mile 🙂
These feelings are horrible aren’t they?
December 6th, 2011 at 8:08 AM
They most cetainly are. Thank you for the inspired response 🙂
December 6th, 2011 at 1:45 PM
One of the very best and most needed posts I have ever read here, Jaded! Thank you for the honesty. I agree with Martin: we do create our own prisons with self-appointed hatreds and then we feed those hatreds until all around us is endanger of imprisonment! Martin’s idea of letting go, really breathing deeply, and “sighing a smile” is definitely a good way to begin our own personal freedom.
December 6th, 2011 at 1:57 PM
Thank you so very much! It’s not a feeling I have all the time, but I have felt this way so often in the past that I felt an urge to try to put it into words. And I agree, Martin did have a wonderful suggestion for when this feeling arises. 🙂
December 6th, 2011 at 11:51 PM
“No longer can I pretend
That all is right and all is well
As I slip down into this hell”
Oh, my soul concurs that vile hurt has vanquished the strength which allowed me to cling to the rope suspended above that hell. Such a magical tragedy. I feel your heart in it–beautiful
December 6th, 2011 at 11:58 PM
Thank you very much. I have fallen victim to this hurt in the past and have lost my grip on that rope. It can be so difficult to hold on to at times.