loss and lost
its strange to me how one can feel so independent all the time until they are actually put out to be for themselves by themselves
then suddenly everything is new and frightening
the same old things that used to inspire laughter now inflict excruiating pain
simple devices for the mind and body designed to entertain now seem like work
photos, tv shows, movies, music are all reminders of bad decisions
happy memories crumbling to ruin in plain sight
stabbing the root as a method of interrogation only serves to twist and alter what was once lying there
lying here lying to oneself once more
the mind inventing new scenarios
what-could-have-beens serving to taunt the what-is and what-will be's
lost in silence
silent thought
contemplation
illogical logic
contradiction
shouting voices
accusing, blaming, mocking
the tribe is cast aside out of illogical fear and foolhardy pride
anger boils up
searches for an exit, an outlet, a direction of force
the mirror of external observation of internal processes reflects the crippling spell against its caster
poison
silence
darkness
rage
haste
slow
curse
all befall the once mighty wizard
all that remains to be cast is zombie
with every second that passes he grows weaker and less in control
he is now faced with two options:
run or perish
again he is lost
lost without his tribe
other sorcerers have the power to heal
warriors, the power to devote strength
rain begins to fall
where as once the rain would feel cleansing and cathartic
each drop now burns the flesh
each breath of air once served as a lifting force
the now howling wind mocks the soul
the once soft grass once provided comfort and rest
each green blade now stabs tiny holes in the once tough flesh
degrading the limited shield the body once posessed
the once mighty warrior now lays defeated
the burial of a coward and traitor awaits
final thoughts are of his hero...
then suddenly everything is new and frightening
the same old things that used to inspire laughter now inflict excruiating pain
simple devices for the mind and body designed to entertain now seem like work
photos, tv shows, movies, music are all reminders of bad decisions
happy memories crumbling to ruin in plain sight
stabbing the root as a method of interrogation only serves to twist and alter what was once lying there
lying here lying to oneself once more
the mind inventing new scenarios
what-could-have-beens serving to taunt the what-is and what-will be's
lost in silence
silent thought
contemplation
illogical logic
contradiction
shouting voices
accusing, blaming, mocking
the tribe is cast aside out of illogical fear and foolhardy pride
anger boils up
searches for an exit, an outlet, a direction of force
the mirror of external observation of internal processes reflects the crippling spell against its caster
poison
silence
darkness
rage
haste
slow
curse
all befall the once mighty wizard
all that remains to be cast is zombie
with every second that passes he grows weaker and less in control
he is now faced with two options:
run or perish
again he is lost
lost without his tribe
other sorcerers have the power to heal
warriors, the power to devote strength
rain begins to fall
where as once the rain would feel cleansing and cathartic
each drop now burns the flesh
each breath of air once served as a lifting force
the now howling wind mocks the soul
the once soft grass once provided comfort and rest
each green blade now stabs tiny holes in the once tough flesh
degrading the limited shield the body once posessed
the once mighty warrior now lays defeated
the burial of a coward and traitor awaits
final thoughts are of his hero...