I feel my hearth weakened,
like if no reward,
on what am I living,
on what am I working for.
A smile on someones face,
a look outside of me,
a dream, nothing more,
is what I thrive for.
And even if time pass,
with success, or lost,
I feel numb in me,
watching pass by,
the time,
the desire,
the beauty behind the eye,
all memories,
that seems far from me.
Where my world went,
I don't know,
I let it fall,
to rebuild it once more.
These are harsh times,
I do know,
I have to be strong,
keeping me attached,
to my goal.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi2 days ago in Fiction
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