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Freedom was just a few yards away.
But I should have guessed that it would never have let me leave, for as I rushed towards the light, I realized my strides were in an infinite loop.
Its monstrous laugh permeated my confines, the echoes increasing in intensity, and with each mocking roar I felt the urge to advance forward, futilely.
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Dollops of Heedful Ramblings 
oh, good! Freedom awaits ahead. But there is always a catch! Nice one.. 🙂
Thanks a lot! ☺
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You and I had very similar takes on this prompt! Or maybe I’m reading into yours because of mine. I do love that horrible tension of being drawn toward escape, and the exit seems to be right there, but it somehow stays just out of reach.
You’ve interpreted it perfectly! …Your desire/escape/exit/freedom is within grasp, yet out of reach!!
It’s such a primal nightmare. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s common across all cultures.
Eerily haunting. Lovely Lines of darkness within!
Thank you so much! 🙂
You are so welcome! It’s always a pleasure to read your submissions 🙂