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Limbo

As the monster slowly started to sink, On his wretched life he started to think. Why didn’t he cherish the moment? Why didn’t he find total enlightenment? Suddenly he fell somewhere down, He couldn’t breath, and started to drown. This space was filled with pure nothing, He wanted to fly, yet continued falling. Freefall to the abyss he started to scream, Where is he going to, what is this realm? Then he stopped, the last word came out, “Why me?”; silent whisper, no shout. Thy days are counted humble monster, Four days is a journey that isn’t so far.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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