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To: Someone struggling


To: Someone Struggling

 

I too at on the side of the obelisk

not a person in sight

in a world of ennui

nothing but malign nothingness...

I would stay here

Just sitting there

Betwixt between the shadows and darkness

or would I look to the small orb of light

that catches my eye ever so often

Was my mind being fooled once again?

Was I imagining this?

was there a way out?

Yes, I thought.

There had to be.

Did I have such a choice to leave?

What would happen if I did?

Would I freshen the world around me and make a vivifying difference?

I would.

I had to...

I would thrive in hope and prosper in impunity

I would take control

and once my time was done

I would stand proud in the edge of elysium

Awaiting my fate

As the light slowly grew into the sun

I smiled as I realized

I could do this


 

 

 
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