Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #31: Write a piece of poetry or prose based on this question: Your walls have ears, what do they hear? The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Blank Identity
My walls are constantly suffocating me,
Surrounding me, restricting me.
Heavy breathing, constant panting,
Gasping for fresh air.
My walls you see, do not hear me,
If anything, they all but feel me.
My fists as they punch the blank screens
From rage, desperation and panic.
My walls hear very few things,
Only silent weeping in the dark.
Unfeeling and cold facades,
The demise of my freedom.
My walls I believe who should be protecting me,
Erect and powerful from the blows,
Have only crafted this nasty box,
Defining me, labeling me.
Immune to the words I write,
Insusceptible to the colours I paint,
Repelling me and who I am,
And forever erasing my identity.