Begging...

Frustration

Bound by chains, my souls screams
at the sun for burning light, then at
the trees for blocking light.
Is what burns gone, or just
consumed by the greedy light?
Who stores the screams of the
begging souls, tormented by the
loss of sight? The sky collects but
oceans store in the deep, so deep
the screams aren’t heard
and the monsters of the sea feed
and rise to torture the world
with fears of the unknown.
Once fear is instilled they return to
the deep to feed again.
The oceans get revenge,
baiting humans. Humans beg
and the monsters return and feed.

Author's Note

Great frustration

Reviews

[Linxer]

So cool TV! So uninhibited. I love how you play with styles and still manage to produce your own. The rawness is really refreshing; you cut yourself open and bleed all over the page. Great job! 😵