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My life was over.
So why do I feel like it’s
About to begin?
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Harbinger of Despair
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizziabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Because every ending is a new beginning. The question is, to what?
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 This is directly from my mind also!!! Beautifully done!!!!!
Great Haiku! Wonderful!
Delusional, I guess? Lol, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. Your Haiku was very uplifting and reassuring!