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Deadzone

The broken are more evolved

By Obi AbassiPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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In the land of the lost and broken

Stands a man, a token

Born brave, the chosen

Among the slaves that still remain

Trapped in a false paradise to this day.

He tried to save them from

Their false dreams, but

He was betrayed by some

That became the many voices

Deciding his choices

While he remained voiceless.

Now the man voiceless, without a home

Drifts through the Milky Way

Drifts back to the Deadzone

The only place that he could call home

Alone in the Phantom Zone

Where ghosts of his past come to atone

He starts to grasp why he remains alone

A millennium passes

Planets and stars

Burned to ashes and gases

Swirling through the vastness of space

There the man remains

Still in that same place

On the brink of death, life fading before his eyes

He prays as he lay adrift in the cosmic skies

Coming to realize that this is where he’ll die

This is where pain will subside

This is where truth cannot hide

This is where he saw the last moments of life

And with that thought he closed those eyes

Getting ready to die and live in the sky

But then a light shined and opened his mind

Changed him from the inside

Contorting his spine bringing him back to life

His prayers had been answered that night

Divinity gave him another chance to do right

What will you choose in this life?

surreal poetry
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