Life has taken away my strength; sorrows inflated by heated thoughts sent my way by others. Sometimes I have no hope, no will, not even in death. I’m dead to they who matter most to me. Sometimes, words hurt more than silence.
I seek escape. I want to fly away, but I have no wings.
Shared at Theme Thursday & Friday Flash 55, inspired by image given for Short Story Slam
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© Leo 13/05/2011
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
I like it – the helpless and cornered feel. Great capture of the depressing emotions:)
@ Clariice,
Thanks! Glad I could project it right!
“Sometimes, words hurt more than silence.” I understand this feeling completely. Well written, Leo.
@ Wyoming,
Yes, I relate to that line especially. Thanks!
Wow! That was really something. 😀 I am sad too because someone who matter most to me has almost forgotten me. 🙁
@ Nethra,
Maybe they’ve not forgotten, but they certainly make us feel so.
**** awesome ji ****
Someone is Special
@ Someone is Special,
Thanks!
you shall say,
awesome, Leo.
@ Jingle,
Thanks once again!
PS: “ji” in Hindi is like an add-on to a name.. like we say “awesome dude” etc 😀 I think SiS meant it that way and not as your nickname here! 😀 😉
Leo…
That was a depressing bit of Lament!
Most excellent and descriptive though.
Very well done AGAIN!!
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
got to get out of town to my son’s music recital and music audition within an hour,
will miss G’man 55….
@ Jingle,
I didn’t think it was only Friday you’ve to Friday 55 Flash, but its okay 😉 You write after your recital! We’ll read and enjoy it nonetheless!
@ G-Man,
Have a great weekend too, glad to play along! And even more glad you liked it 😀
compact, no wings? your words fly and travel all over the universe now via this.
Thanks for the perfect contribution.
Smiles.
🙂
@ Jingle,
Thanks! 🙂
Short yet profound … loaded with meaning …
@ Mish,
Thanks!
Sad, thoughtful… did I say, sad? Terrific piece.
@ Thingy,
Yes. Yes you very much did so. Glad you felt it terrific..
That is an amazing monologue. Such strong emotion.
@ Andy McDonald,
Thanks! Glad my emotions came through fine!
I could relate to this. I guess that’s a sign of a well done piece, don’t you think? I’m glad I stopped by.
@ Polly,
Oh dear, I can’t say I’m glad you could relate to this sad piece, but it does seem to be universally relatable to.. Glad to have you drop by as well!
A short but moving bit of writing–it seems to be universal in its appeal, it seems to come straight from the heart and goes straight into my heart. Thanks for sharing.
@ Reena,
Yes, it is quite universal I think, and very much written from heart. A 55 fiction that isn’t a fiction.. Thanks!
So much said in so few lines, very powerful piece
@ Mindlovemisery,
That was the intention 🙂 Glad it came out fine. Cheers!
Superb piece!!!
I can never keep it so concise yet so expressive. unknowingly end up dragging it along! Well done! 🙂
@ Psyche,
Glad you liked it! 🙂
Leo this is pretty intense for you it kind of stopped me in my tracks, great piece of work!
@Amanda,
Thanks very much 🙂 Glad you liked it.
In general, we write a poem, find an image to illustrate or reflect our work, Now, let’s go reverse, we provide you an image,
Invite you to contribute a poem or a short story based on the image you see,
Be creative,
Have fun!
Hope to see you in…
Bluebell Books!
Xoxox
appreciate your contribution on week 2, you rock.
@ Bluebell Books,
I did already join, thanks! 🙂