Freewriting Day 19: Tangled Web

Just a reminder. Freewriting is when you just write. There is no set way to do it. This DOES NOT mean that my writing is free to be taken by others. I want to make that clear.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave
That was a Shakespeare tragedy
Now it is your reality.

All of the lies and cover ups
Have buried you
Gone are the comforts you had grown accustomed to

Why did you push that boundary?
Why did you cross that line?
Did you really think "I can get by with it this time?"

What happened to you?
What kind of sick, twisted fantasy did you have?
So many questions left hanging in the air.

Do you even know yourself?
Maybe you stopped caring,
Maybe you felt alone.
I hope that cheap thrill was worth it because now you are caught.

You can't run away.
You can't escape the stares.
Worst of all, you can't escape yourself.

I know you are probably replaying every scene,
Wishing and hoping it's all a bad dream.

Sadly, truth is stranger than fiction
I wish this wasn't the end.
So final.

 You fell hard
Nothing beneath to catch your fall

 Time, time, time
The minutes tick by so slowly
You don't want to face the truth
You want to erase the pain
Please, someone banish the shame

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