“What could possibly be Hell, but the culmination of this life’s suffering, trapped inside the mind of someone who cannot withstand it?”
Every day they come, every day they go. Hunting like a pack of wolves in wind, in rain, in snow.
Never do they hunger, never do they bleed. Yet driven by an instinct shouting, “Kill! Grow! Feed!”
They are not without a mind. They think, they wait, they plan. The weakest of the hunters could kill the greatest man.
What are these fearsome beasts? Your guess is good as mine. I watch them chase her every day, last night I counted nine.
I am oh so weak. This fact now I see. Every day they bite and claw, tearing into me.
The wounds they leave don’t bleed or burn, they simply make a hole. Not in body mind or heart, but in your very soul.
These creatures have a weapon. They carve it out of you. Just as they so wish your death, they make you wish it too.
Your mind will soon go numb. You cannot feel or hear. The knife upon the table says there’s nothing left to fear.
They drag you to the brink, and make you want to fall. I can see them coming now, melting through the wall.
This time now is different. This time now I’ll fight! I chase them back and flip the switch, burning them with light.
Here they come again though. I’m too weak in the end. Now I slowly close my eyes and await my only friend.
They’ve gotten me once more. Numbness consumes all. They drag me to the precipice and off the edge I fall.
I do not wish this fate, as I have before. They will not break my spirit. I am worth so much more.
This will not be my death. At this point, I know. She catches me before I land; my fall comes to a slow.
Every day she comes. Every day she goes. Placing a hand upon my chest, the wounds begin to close.
Next she moves in close, and whispers soft and low, “Once more my love, tomorrow you’ll be stronger still, I know”.
Then she draws her sword, and shouts for them to come. In that very instant, I no longer feel so numb.
She says a quick goodbye, and then she has to go. Flying off to slay the beasts, golden wings aglow.
They back away in fear, terror stricken of her light, then she hacks them down with some great inhuman might.
That’s when I awaken, and look at where I stand. I’m perched upon the cliff side, a mile above the sand.
“Every time,” I sigh, then I turn and head for home. Sleepwalking is scary when you never are alone.
I open the front door and head into my room, taking comfort in the knowledge I’d been saved from certain doom.
They will come again, but they’ll come another day. I’ll take this bliss and hold it close. For now, I’m here to stay.
I’ll grow strong and join in the fight. I’ll help her spread her healing light.
The sun begins to rise as my head begins to set. I reflect upon the girl whom each and every night I’d met.
How’d she stay strong when I was just so weak? How did she show courage when I had become meek?
Moreover, why’s it me, whom she has chosen to save? Why am I so quickly spared and all the rest enslaved?
So many questions asked, and not one answer found. What will become of us with this evil force abound?
I close my eyes now to escape this harsh world. I let my thoughts wander, next expand and then unfurl.
“Let me grow strong”, to God now I pray, and let my dreams come and take me swift away.
I sleep now, happy, and dream of a fairy, a girl dressed in gold, whom one day I’d marry.
How long will this last? I can not say for sure. It’ll all be alright so long as I remember her.
This test may well go on and on and never come to cease. It may just be endless, but by will, I will find peace.
This now ends my story, but does not end my journey. I’ll either rise a champion, or end up on a gurney.
Every day they come, every day they go. What they want to pry from me, I may never know.
I’ll face them with her, side by side, and fight til’ they’re all gone. I’ll keep on fighting until I have died, my soul it will press on..
No matter what, I will not break they can not harm my spirit. My life these bastards will not take, I know now not to fear it.
Until we meet again my love, I’ll see you soon I know. Farewell my savior. My golden dove. My heart awaits you so…
…If only my life could’ve had so happy an ending.
12 comments
My God, I’m gonna die here… fuck…
hey wanna talk
Meh, I don’t really have anything better to do. (Besides have a random heart attack. That’d be great)
ya wouldnt it…doubt we will be that lucky
Heh, yeah. That’s some lottery level luck right there. So, I’m new here, and basically sick of this miserable life completely. I have been for 7 & 1/2 years now. (I’m 18 & 1/2 by the way) Any advice?
just keep kicking it with us..we love each other a lot here..we all help each other
This reminds me of a warcraft character
“Betrayer… In truth, it was I who was betrayed. Still, I am hunted. Still, I am hated. Now, my blind eyes see what others cannot: that sometimes the hand of fate must be forced! Now go forth… unleash the tides of Doom… Upon all those…who would oppose us.”
Illidan? Hello?
Ha..
Just who is chasing who? Is this an exaggeration of something you really see? Should we look for clues?
I like your poem.
Please don’t be upset on me it is a form of crazy humor because I have nothing better to do with my life. I cannot open to anyone and coherently talk about my own situation you wouldn’t want to hear anyway. I like this site because you are special. I feel that if I had brothers or sisters or friends, it would be you.
I’m sorry that you are suffering