daily prompt

A little emotion for the end of the day

Just fry up my soul now and serve me on a platter.

To be so broken, your pieces are too jagged to be mended. 

To be lost, there is no end to this maze you’re trapped in.

To be too exhausted, but there is no cave of relief; the hunter never lets the bear sleep.

To be completely alone; try to shout, nobody will hear you.

You scratch at the hole for a glimpse of light but darkness consumes your every bit.


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