will the gemstones still glitter when covered in blood?
will gold bring happiness when mixed with bone dust?
will coins take away the aches and pains of time?
will treasure buy your way off the river Styx?
Man's greatest fear is the only certainty
a world where everything ends
time will take the bad and the good
dreamers will become legends or bitter men
death is cruel when you're unhappy
frightening when you're fragile
and an opportunity when you welcome it
we normalized fear of the unknown
how are we sure what is coming
we don't know until it ends
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
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 Arcticabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
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