The Portrayal of Emotions

This is my own description of a few emotions...They'll be in written out in various literary forms but my goal is to give you the description of a feeling and not the feeling behind a description. This is different, it's my new little baby...Hopefully you will appreciate it.

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1. Frustration

It was tears, tears that flowed down the face and bounced off the floor...

'Drip', 'Drip', 'Drip'... like a loosely closed tap, matching the rhythm of a throbbing heart : 'Dud-Dud', 'Dud-Dud', 'Dud-Dud'... as restless as the silence that hung in the air, clouding over the good humour of the blissful ignorant, dampening the atmosphere with its tinges of bitterness and anger...

'Drip', 'Dud-Dud', 'Drip', 'Dud-Dud'...Sssshhhh...'Drip', 'Dud-Dud'...

Just one glance, and the guilt of the infected mind passed on to the curious by-stander, one furtive look and he was as wretched as the other: illogically, but blatantly angry, hopelessly ignorant and excessively susceptible...His curiosity, cautiously veiled by concern was wiped off his face. Confusion distorted the peace behind his eyes and the storm of discontent brewed within his mind...An exhale -  the first sign of the gales to come...It interrupted the peaceful cycle of heartbeat and tear, and brought turmoil to this already sordid affair...

'Drip', 'Dud-Dud', 'Drip', 'Dud-Dud'....'Huhhhhhh'...'Drip', 'Dud-Dud'...Ssshhhhh

But the warning bells of reason rang too late. The sirens of disaster had, since long, been playing their own song. And, as trying to grab a falling corpse comes one step too late, so did the by-stander's attempt to appease his bullied soul. And, as the desperate clinging on to the last shred of hope, he plunged into the abyss, in pursuit of his lost serenity. And just like a vicious circle has no ends, but spiky bends, so did his fall...And so, the gales gained strength and followed him round and round his own mind..And so, those winds became a tornado crushing down his upon his dying ecstasy... 'Whoooosshhh'...The sound of self-destruction was a surprisingly peaceful one...

Tears halted as the by-stander, in his turn, became faceless...Heartbeats softened down to a dismissable whisper as his identity softly erased itself...Just another tear-ridden face amidst the sea of frustration...Men unable to provide for their families, women unable to please their men, children unable to achieve those required good grades, old people regretting not having lived life to its fullest, now sitting at home, idle, whilst waiting for death to come pick them up...

To each, their own grievance, to each their own helplessness. None will ever raise a glass to the one thing we really have in common. So we each bear this taboo in solitude, we blame others - the 'Man', God, our parents, that old man down the street- in fear of having to hold ourselves to account. We tread the same rocky path towards that same obscure goal, but we don't dare look at one another for the fear that we might have to seek another's help. For the dread that we might prove weaker than our neighbour, lesser than our own kin. Take away the tears, take away the beating heart...and what do we have left?

 

Sssshhhhhhh...Huhhh....Sssshhhh...

 

Frustration within silence....a silent frustation, building within us and slowly tearing us apart.

 

 

 

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