Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Poems of the mind ❯ Dreams ( Chapter 1 )

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My lips sewn shut with wire

I die breathless

If I stabbed my chest with a pen

Would it pierce?

If it did

Would it strike my still beating heart?

Or hit bone

Would Lady Fate be cruel and smile sweetly

As the tip bounces from my flesh, leaving me unharmed

Or answer my twisted prayer and watch

As my lives essence flows from my dying corpse

Lady Fate strikes fast and swift

Reasons unknown

She does so however

To show that she holds our very being in her icy claws

I'm so transparent, you see through me

At least some do

Some see what they want to see

They see an attitude

A crazy girl

A weirdo

Who knows what they see

I stopped caring a while ago

I should probably

But I can't muster the effort to try

Like a project for school

It'll come back to bite me later

But it'll have to catch me first

Until then I'll fly, far away

Until one day my wings lose their feathers

The bones decaying and crumbling away

You must think this poem is depressing

I think it's tame

Compared to my dreams

My dreams of nothing

Of darkness

Negative space

Only not so negative

These are my thoughts out loud

At least the ones that I can form into words

Some images are too vivid for verbal expression

I think life is like a good book

You keep going and going

Reading till' the words blur and

Your back aches from staying still so long

You don't want it to end

You know it will though

Some people fight it

Read slower

Try to savor the plot and relish the twists

In the end it's all futile

The book ends

The chapters stop

It was all for naught

You sit there thinking

“Man, all that for nothing.”

Or the few who think

“I wonder if there's a sequel.”

There's no sequel to life

It's a straight shot

From beginning to end

No middle

No skimming ahead

No skipping words

It starts and stops

Time doesn't though

Try all you might

Walk slower

Turn off all clocks and watches

It won't work

Some people are arrogant

They think death will give them time

Spare them and take someone else in their stead

Yeah, sure

They think time will stop if they so much as bat a lash

Here's a message for them

Not happening

They try to defy time

Their flesh, once young and firm

Now lined and weathered with age

Bones, once strong and flexible

Now brittle and stiff

Like a tornado

Time does not differentiate

Think what you want to

It doesn't

Think about it

I do, don't say you don't as well

I think I was an angel at some point

My wings powder white and beautiful

My halo gleaming and golden in heavens light

Now my halo is rusted

The magnificence diminished by time

My wings are broken and my feathers gone

The bone cracked and turning to dust

Bloody gashes in the flesh of my back

The only proof of their once magnificent existence

Remnant of a used-to-be person

Story of my life