David's blog: "Poetry"

 

Was it all just a dream?

 

Or was it a glimps into my own future?

 

I awoke with a jarring feeling in my chest.

 

A feeling so cold and bitter...

 

Holding on to what I could of the dream I had.

 

A man by himself sitting in a church...

 

No one else around him...

 

He was sitting there looking at a casket,

 

Wrot with cracks and knot holes.

 

Cobwebs and dirt mared it...

 

A casket that had no shine or glimer...

 

This man stood alone over it, staring into the casket...

 

The man had not shed one tear looking into this casket...

 

I went to speak to the man...

 

But no words could be uttered from my mouth...

 

I went over to him trying to speak...

 

I could not see his face...

 

He pointed to the lifeless body in the casket...

 

All I could see...

 

Was me......

 

Then I Heard him speak...

 

This is the man who threw everything away...

 

He had no friends...

 

He had no family...

 

He had no love...

 

He died because he nolonger cared...

 

He drifted from place to place,

 

seeking something he couldn't find...

 

He died empty,

 

Voided...

 

He gave up on life because the dreams of his past kept him

 

searching for what he thought he had once...

 

He wanted a fairytale.

 

He gave up his life searching for something that was never

 

there...

 

He was pathetic.

 

never knowing how to let go.

 

now he will be burried with the other lost souls.

 

those who never had a chance to be remembered.

 

This is were you will find yourself soon...

 

upon my awakening...

 

I realized...

 

it was true...

 

I have pushed so many away...

 

I haven't found anything in my time here that I considered

 

worth fighting for...

 

I have grown so cold and bitter that even if someone tried to

 

get close to me,

 

I was pushing them away to begin with...

 

maybe that is my fate...

 

To be forgotten is a fate worse than death...

 

                              But I guess this is my own doing...