Note: This could be directed towards any one of you. It was one of you.
What foolishness to dissipate the life of a mind so gifted.
I am alive. Still within my grasp I hold liberty to arrange minds – change hearts – seduce emotion – deduce exposition.
I could conquer my enemies and shelter my allies. I would move mountains if I willed it.
You are now powerless; trapped in time as barely a whimper in the memory of those who were the bane for your tragedy.
We all deserve a second chance at life.
Was fate’s forgiveness bestowed upon you or was her mercy forsaken?
If offered her grace, would you have shoved away her helping hand? I wonder.
You were gifted – but it does not discriminate. Did your young wisdom foresee its power? You called time, and it came for you with a vengeance.
I wonder to myself as I write this short retrospective letter to a non-existent entity: I reminisce in wake of a rotting corpse of a forlorn soul. Perhaps I am the greater fool.
It must have felt like a cyclonic storm,
A wounded leaf torn apart by a gentle breeze,
Tragedy betrayed by elegance,
Fragments graciously falling towards the soil.
Rest Peacefully in Heartless Freedom
2 comments
For a second, I thought you might be the type to not post anything, but only give people advice or share your insight on different stories. Glad I found one of your posts.
This is beautiful, whoever it is about. Your writing makes me almost feel what you are possibly feeling…keep writing like this.
Thank you MadeToFade. I’m not intent on writing often, but I will occasionally feel compelled to express myself in a post.