FUSER 500 WORDS:
Fitting In
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Flowing through me in the
air, fear, fear everywhere.
Tired, tired my only feeling.
Never ending, never resting.
Murky, murky everything is
murky.
Climbing, climbing is all I
could do.
Gloominess and darkness is
all I could see.
I had to climb. “Desperate, tired,
weary” were all I could say.
Dull, dull, everything is dull.
Rocks, rocks everywhere.
From the darkness, into the
darkness.
Cold, cold freezing cold.
Everlasting, heart-piercing.
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Rocks, stones, even me; all
dull, just dull.
I failed. I couldn’t return home.
I had to stay here, but I can’t
stay here; it’s a mountain.
I would die of starvation.
Dark, dark gloomy dark
covering the mountain like a
blanket.
I have to go back.
Fear, fear all around.
I shook off the thought but
FUSE
I can’t! I have to.
some of it remained. Home
is on the other side of the
mountain. I was tiredly
walking back to my failure,
but if I turned back I’d still
walk to my downfall. I still
would keep on walking even
if it took me my life, I would
still keep walking, walking.
Even if I had to go round
the world I would still keep
walking and walking. Even
if I died I would still keep
walking and walking, then I
would stop.
I can’t fail; they’ll laugh at
me and throw it back in my
face, the words I said. The
boasting I did, if only I could
take it all back, but I can’t.
The past is the past, only the
future can be written. I still
can write the future, well, I
can’t write it, it’s up to fate to
decide. I think I should rest.
As the crackling of the fire
died down I prepared myself
for the journey ahead.
I woke in the morning, still
tired but there was no time
to lose. I walked without
stopping for three whole
hours until I saw the break