What you are about to read is one chapter of many in my upcoming book "Utopia." It is a futuristic book about a girl in the future playing a game/simulation based on the life of a 36 year man trying to find his way in life and love during the pandemic in 2020.
Military life. It requires you to be all you can be and adhere to the values that shape the mold of what society calls a "good person."
It's all just too familiar. The guilt where she rests her head. They say her faults don't merit it, Yet she lives in sorrow and dread.
"Oh no. What have I done?" Zelda asked to no one. Sitting by herself, all alone, in her darkened room, tears starting to fill her eyes.
Poetry can be so simple. And yet I try to be complex. An easy word can't be deceiving. Or can it? I digress.