WRITING OBSTACLE

Submitted by Title nightmare

Write diary entries detailing your character progressively losing one of their senses.

Paper Walls


Day one


Look upon the walls of my mind, and you'll see every inch crowded with words

I never learned to say,

they all line up through a filter to be counted out again and again

until the words begin

But until then

The words begin to bleed through the walls that has become paper thin

And another word is written when it may


Day two


There are stars when I close my eyes, and I watch them when I cannot sleep

Hear the voices in my head, until the arguments become much more than just sound

And suddenly the quiet is all I need

Spotlights become plenty as light streams through the holes that pierce my lids

Quiet whispers that never seem to leave my lips

But I listen, and I wait

And wait

and wait

Wait until the voices don't stay


Day Five


Water seeps through gaping edges

And waterlogs my brain

The voices that kept me company decided to abandon

I step on the scale and it tells me what my heart weighs

huh

so light but I feel my steps become heavy

Sleep, sleep, but I will it not, at least until I become steady


Day seven


Words blur on tests that I must take

lift my pencil but it drops

In day, I cannot stay awake

but at night, I cannot let myself stop

One more step, one more light

one more conversation

one more night


Day eight


My words

are slow

and bounce back at me

too loud

Hear it repeating in my head

Try to force out words

But... The walls are empty

and my tongue feels like lead


Day fifteen


Who erased my walls

they were once paper thin

but now there is not a trace


Day twenty


I beg her not to call on me

I don't want to volunteer

I know it's important for me to answer here

But my grade-- maybe I don't care


Day thirty


I watch it

fall apart

As I cannot give

The words

They need


Day thirty five


Don't ask

I will not answer

I'll lay my head down

And think


Day thirty six


Everything blurs

In the room

Of paper thin walls

and the whisper

of graphite

that has been erased


Day forty


My hands are heavy too

My footsteps fade to sand

Are you here with me?

Or am I here with you


Day forty one


My voice is silent

with words

I never

said


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