Writing Prompt #195


Create a story, poem or any piece based on this metaphor: “a chapter of loathing.”

My being has never been so consumed
Every thought and action
Is preoccupied with forgetting.

Moving on and going past
Has never seemed impossible
Until the very act of apathy
Seems a lofty goal.

Heart in a basket,
A poison apple
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the most blind of them all?

To smooth over and heal
Would be admitting defeat
Or being stronger than
Anyone thought.

So while the raw
Still echoes and throbs
I will silently mourn the mirage
Until the front we portray
Is reality again.

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