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Time in this Universe
Part One: "What Was. . . "
What was I when the world was at peace, the innocence of childhood blooming in the palms of my hands. What was I when the world was whole, when everything was simple and there were no monsters to worry about ripping my body apart, no evil demonic beasts waiting to destroy my mind. What was the world like when I was a child, what was it like when nothing bad seemed to exist in my small mind. Until darkness clouded my eyes, until death took hold of my life and nothing lived but death. Nothing was there expect what was never meant to be. And I, I still existed. . .
Part Two: "What is. . ."
What is the world now? A vast tunnel of emptiness, and I exist alone-- A mere whisper in this cave of my own solitude. I am all that there is left of the life that I once knew, I am the only thing that exists from my past. The past that I will never look to again, the past that was taken from me by time and darkness. God? What God? There is no God in the land of death. My mother died and my father was murdered, I live alone now. What does that say for the world that is. . .
What is life without the people that gave it to you?
Part Three: "What Will Be. . ."
What will be?
I cannot say.
I do not know.
What lies in the future,
though it is the only thing
that I have left.
I am alone.
I shall live forever alone.
I was--
I am--
I will be--
No one.
Nothing.
I shall be
forever
in my
heart,
mind,
soul,
& body. . .
Alone.
What was I when the world was at peace, the innocence of childhood blooming in the palms of my hands. What was I when the world was whole, when everything was simple and there were no monsters to worry about ripping my body apart, no evil demonic beasts waiting to destroy my mind. What was the world like when I was a child, what was it like when nothing bad seemed to exist in my small mind. Until darkness clouded my eyes, until death took hold of my life and nothing lived but death. Nothing was there expect what was never meant to be. And I, I still existed. . .
Part Two: "What is. . ."
What is the world now? A vast tunnel of emptiness, and I exist alone-- A mere whisper in this cave of my own solitude. I am all that there is left of the life that I once knew, I am the only thing that exists from my past. The past that I will never look to again, the past that was taken from me by time and darkness. God? What God? There is no God in the land of death. My mother died and my father was murdered, I live alone now. What does that say for the world that is. . .
What is life without the people that gave it to you?
Part Three: "What Will Be. . ."
What will be?
I cannot say.
I do not know.
What lies in the future,
though it is the only thing
that I have left.
I am alone.
I shall live forever alone.
I was--
I am--
I will be--
No one.
Nothing.
I shall be
forever
in my
heart,
mind,
soul,
& body. . .
Alone.
Published 30th Jan 2012
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