is it enough to die?
because now
It's dark
I'm motionless
floating in an infinite space
curled in a ball
head down, arms tucked,
stomach in, legs bent.
It moves and I've seen light,
hear sounds, talk and walk
It runs and I perceive
and learn and understand
It came and I become blind, become deaf,
become mute, become senseless
It ends and I become nothing........
Hey it's coming to get you.
The youth that you've had
It knows the past behind you
It claims the now you're not sure
The queued days ahead of you
beware it might get you, it might get to you
----------------------------------------------------------
Seventeen Twenty Forty Seven
📖2014
Any character names, settings and events typewritten in the story is based on the fictional figments of the writer's imagination.
Disclaimer
Still Incomplete ....continuation is a struggle
so don't be surprise if it takes quite some time to move forward
YOU ARE READING
Seventeen Twenty Forty-Seven
General FictionIf I had known death would be much boring than my wasted life, I shoudn't have let myself die.
