Rushing,
desperately,
to set the trap,
twisting,
turning,
the words to contain it,
switching,
changing,
everything I can,
ripping,
tearing,
at everything I am,
searching,
screaming,
asking for an answer,
gushing,
flowing,
forming red sticky puddles,
crying,
praying,
asking for forgiveness,
bright,
light,
dimming in the darkness,
it’s too late!
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 
I loved reading this and it sounded even more amazing when I read it out loud. Simple but catchy and strong. It’s a well written piece this
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Thanks so much, I always find it amazing how just reading something out loud can change everything about it. Thanks again 👍
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Yeah reading out loud is powerful at times and you are welcome 😊
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I love the sense of urgency and panic conveyed in this piece. Like a final desperate leap and a sudden stop that yields still no answers. Beautifully done!
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Thanks so much, it’s what I was after 🙂
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