Writing Prompt Wednesday – “Grasping”


Grasp by Camaryn

A lasting impression remains

Their very presence

Oppressive, suffocating–sharp inhale

The air is thick here, the world silent

Like the fall of a blanket fort

The original comfort, lost

And in its place, ruins

Crawl beneath, small child

Struggle toward the edge with a keening cry

Desperately grasping at straws

And hoping this is the outside within reach

Hoping to see a glimpse of light

After an eternity smothered in darkness

Too exaggerated, with just a dash of reality

Versus too literal, with a splash of hyperbole

Such a flair for the dramatic

As if my struggles are anything

When compared to the world at large


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