Part One
when can I overcome this endeavour?
How can I make this even better?
It's been a while since I had any success
The future looks so dim and grotesque
My head hurts and it might explode
Will I see the ever shining globe
Trying harder and my target looks far
Can I ever make it out of this bar?
Part Two
Maybe it is time to be broke and feel
Fortune might cut me a deal
Though I have been true and aware
There is always more to discover
Road to resurrection is knocking on the door
I cannot once again rely on Hodor
Windows are getting tainted by the day
Here I march north to play
Part Three
I won’t be a weak branch on a tree
It is time for me to leave and flee
Off to the land of mystery and unknown
A challenge is set for me to be won
It needs to be now or never
I must say goodbye to this cave forever
What happens tomorrow, it makes my heart beat
I am scared, but I will never retreat
References:
Bar = prison
Hodor = character from Game of Thrones
Cave = limitations that we put on ourselves
Resurrection = Awakening
Grotesque = Dark and nasty
About the Creator
Sam Fir
I love a good story. Fan of writing poems and short stories. Accounting student, go figure
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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