Defeat and anxiety mumble as walls of the invincible crumble.

Beseeching hands of solitude reaching for the twilights.

Imprisoned indefinitely inside the looming towers of gloom, never to see another sky so bright.


For Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Two


photo by Steven Wei



7 Comments Add yours

  1. Even hurt, sadness, and pain are not set in stone.

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  2. Singledust says:

    reads like lines from a dystopian period….

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  3. andysmerdon says:

    nice piece nelkumi.

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  4. bikurgurl says:

    Lovely Lines — almost makes the imminent peril seem quite nice 😉

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    1. nelkumi says:

      Appreciate your kind words. 😊

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      1. bikurgurl says:

        You are most welcome!

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