Can one go back in time
To a place and time gone by
When innocence and youth
Were always on the mind
When all the troubles of today
Where yet unknown and far away
When body and mind were yet sublime
And not betrayed by time
Here I sit and muse today
I think of life gone by
And find that I am satisfied
With the how and the why
A full and happy life I've lived
Through the good times and the bad
Sorrows few and joys a plenty
Though old and frail I am not sad
So when my spirit slips away
I will not hold back nor complain
A smile upon my lips you'll see
And face new life without a plea
So fare thee well oh mortal man
And lay my lifeless form to rest
Dress me in my Sunday best
And fold my hands upon my breast.
J.W. Noel
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Jesse Noel and writers in Poets and other communities.
Beyond the Darkness
I don’t remember much of the world that was. It seems so long ago, like a dream, it remains in the recesses of my mind. I grew up in this world, after the end of everything, when the creatures came. They came out of the chaos of a war that could not be won, after man had finally invented their own destruction, leaders of nations had spoken of peace while threatening war and then they launched there nukes, instantly wiping out two thirds of the worlds population and making most of the land unlivable except for a few pockets tucked in valleys in the far reaches of the different land masses. The radiation from the nukes had killed most living things, humans, animals and nature alike, it did not discriminate, it just destroyed. Anything on the edge that didn’t die but could not escape became a living nightmare, changed into unrecognizable monsters that could not think except to destroy what was left. Things we once had were gone, weapons like guns and ammunition and artillery were replaced with blades, swords made by those who could work with steel. We learned to make bows and arrows. For in the instant the nukes hit we were blown back into the Stone Age. We not only had to defend against marauders but also the radians, for that is what we now called the creatures, they had begun to leave the areas of radiation and were wandering into the valleys, and had begun to attack our havens in ever increasing numbers.
By Jesse Noel3 years ago in Futurism
I Am a Prisoner who Dreams of Prisons
The dream always starts the same: I feel the cold bite of wind gnawing through clothes entirely inadequate to protect from the weather and I realize I am standing in line. Ahead of me and behind me are other inmates, identified by the burgundy scrubs we were issued upon arrival. I don't know where we're going.
By Kyle Cejka3 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.