The wind in my ears
as I climb. How would it sound
if I were to fall?
About the Creator
Sean Bass
A poet and author from Liverpool, I have been published at dreamofshadows.co.uk and love to write.
I am extremely appreciative of anyone who reads my work. Thank you.
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insight
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic5 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.