Rupture

by DarkShockBro

This is my very first Fan Fiction, and it delves into my psyche to convey the problems I experience as a perfectionist. Since this is based on an assignment I had in school, I was not certain about where to post it. My apologizes.

Ah, the nostalgia this document brings. This is the very last writing assignment I turned in for middle school, (which actually got a perfect) and as such it brings back benevolent memories I had as a middle school writer. I had to create a poem based on a personal problem, so I related this back to my unrelenting jolts of perfectionism for not only my actions but for the actions of all of my peers. I really hope you enjoy this story, and I would experience a myriad of positive emotions if you will be kind enough to review my first fallacy-inflicted work that I will post on this brilliant site.

The noise is released again

Rupturing my decrepit ears

Clogging them with darkness

Working its infernal evil towards my wretched soul

That cries out in agony as the light continues to fade away

I wish to listen

I desire to learn

But the noise prevents me

From achieving those objectives

I attempt to stop it

But the captivity, the blackness is too deep

It is not a simple shade

But a manifestation of colors

One color does not form black

Only a turpitudious concoction of sins

Such as disrespect

Form the unholy sound waves

Of this rupture

I attempt to ignore it

For ignorance is bliss

But the emanating force forces me

To emit a shrill cry, that is so crisp

And full of melancholy

The burden, the stress I put on myself

Is too great for me to contain

I cannot implode, only explode

I try to defer all of these evils

All of these noises

All of these flaws amiss everyone

Yet

I fail to even scratch the core

As a prisoner tries to pry out of the bars of his impenetrable cage

So is my hopeless odyssey

To change my failures

And the disrespect of others

Yet, I do not blame anyone for contributing to the rupture

Some people have the purity and serenity to avoid it

And the others do not know the true impact of their actions

But my soul still continues to scream out, in unrelenting despair

And so I fall

Onto the bloody ground

To pick my ruptured soul up once more

To painfully limp through another twenty four hours

With knowledge that the rupture

The noise

The impure vibrato

Will never

Ever

Cease

For when God continues to breathe life into my essence

The deafening, intimidating, malevolent waves of this rupture

Will continue to vibrate.