Stuck in Stone

The man is petrified. There was a time when he would stare into world with his solid stone eyes and panic in his solid stone prison. When he would try to move, to speak, to scream, anything at all, but couldn’t. But that was long ago, the panic has subsided. And yet, he finds that he would still scream if he could. Now, he grieves for the panic, because it gave him something to think about. He wishes he still felt the horror of the new prison, because something, anything, is better than nothing. Every day, he strains to move, to speak, to scream, anything at all, but can’t, and never will.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s