Tormented,
Ripped, torn, left for dead.
Abandoned, then when hope vanished
Despair raised its ugly head.
A simple man living a simple life
Nothing of note about him.
They came in the dead of night,
No questions, just took him.
The room was bare, darkness overwhelmed
All sense of who and where he was.
When the darkness went away
The light was if it was an eternity.
Then the music played, Joe Cocker
With a little help from my friends, endlessly.
The irony was obvious, the desolation real
The room had no bed, no place to rest.
They made him walk, in circles,
Kept saying just one more lap.
In the darkness he felt safe, a familiar place
He shut his eyes just for a second.
The torment continued, day and night
He couldn’t tell one from the other.
Finally he was broken, flesh and blood
Existing only, he knew not why.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/22/sunday-writing-prompt-22nd-november-tormented/
Oh so poignant.
Thanks Sadje.
You’re welcome 😉
Very powerful writing. Deep images, well penned.🙏
Thanks so much Suzette.
A pleasure 🙏
Sometimes it seems as if we are all in that same space, and yet I would like to think we have some inner strength that will help us to overcome the dread.
Yes certainly it would be good to possess that inner strength.