I'm Dying Alone in The Sidewalk Cracks

[Guest avlynn]

Still City was once filled with life, happiness, love, peace and pure serenity that was bathed in by all souls, great and weak, evil and good, and made them content… The skies were a light blue color, like thousands of diamonds shattered smaller than sand, then scattered upon the beautiful water of a impervious, glass sea floor, evaporated into the heavens above and shot down into the atmosphere.. The clouds floating about freely in the sky like the birds on the trees of the outer city, signing their songs of perfection, innocence and purity.

The children skip merrily along the sidewalk as their smiles project a blinding wave of positivity, living their lives unaware of anything else going on around them; undisturbed; alone with their happiness. The people dwell in their houses watching through their windows, smiling at their kids running and playing.

Then all of a sudden, out of the blue the ground starts to tremble, the sidewalks crack beneath the children’s feet, as their legs slip through the shattered pavement below, cutting up their legs and tearing the skin off their legs forcing them to stay where they are as they desperately cry out “Mommy! Daddy! Help me!” The people panic; they watch their windows shatter and children bleed to death helplessly right in front of their very faces. The children’s cries for help descending from the skies above are heard from several miles away, yet the help never came. They all died….

Five years later a little girl walked upon the sidewalks. She was the one who had grown up in this nightmare from the moment it started when she was 3. She walks in chains of disregard and misconceived contentment from the memories and friends she had. The memories of her friends degraded with disregard in the sidewalk cracks with the remains, she stops and picks out a blood red rose from the garden of life fertilized from the bodies of her friends long ago passed, like what she had forsaken. She gave it all up from the pain to the sadness, to her attempts of suicide; she only died to return where she last was alive; for this is her one and only hell. All of a sudden, the mystical fog starts to thicken as a chill is sent down her spine like trickling water of hypothermic temperatures and the moss starts to tighten where it stands as if to protect itself and its flowers. She knows what is yet to happen to her, for she knew it all along. The clouds turn grey and lightning starts to take over the skies above her. It’s the aftermath of the shockwave.

Taken from all we’ve ever known, we once again face this lonely city of lost souls

…of shattered glass window sills, rusted mirrors, torn curtains and mossy sidewalks

…of painful lies yet to spread like plagues, harvested in the heart, spoken by the tongue

…of those who cannot speak and cannot follow, forgotten and beaten into dirt below

…of cracked pavement where green moss grows slowly as we walk upon it in the mist

…of forbidden truths they kept from us all this time, we are soon to rise from the ash

A little girl in torn and ragged blood stained clothes hugs her teddy bear, it’s all she has left

Everyone disappeared; she feels them but can’t see them. Their presences fade but memories remain.

The memories alive like a burning flame the truth is soon to break free from the dark abyss.

Then out of the foggy gray skies, rain falls. Thunder hits, the wind blows, buildings collapse and the memories fade. All that’s left is caught in the rubble, and the little girl realizes it’s time for her to let go of the past, the memories that haunt her, and live her life as she was meant to, with a dazed, mindless expression, she falls slowly as she is struck down to her death bed, and with a flower in her hand, the rose petals part ways and fly away in the wind as she closes her eyes one last time…

[Guest Christian_the_FTM]

Whoa, every time I read this I get a clearer picture in my mind, it is kinda like if you hold on to what you cannot change, then you cannot move forward, and back is impossible, so you are stuck in one spot, going no where until you let it go and allow yourself to move on. or at least that is the message I got out of it. You are a very good poet

[Guest avlynn]

Whoa, every time I read this I get a clearer picture in my mind, it is kinda like if you hold on to what you cannot change, then you cannot move forward, and back is impossible, so you are stuck in one spot, going no where until you let it go and allow yourself to move on. or at least that is the message I got out of it. You are a very good poet

Thank you!

I just wrote it this time idk exactly what I meant, just what I felt..

[Guest Christian_the_FTM]

Whoa, every time I read this I get a clearer picture in my mind, it is kinda like if you hold on to what you cannot change, then you cannot move forward, and back is impossible, so you are stuck in one spot, going no where until you let it go and allow yourself to move on. or at least that is the message I got out of it. You are a very good poet

Thank you!

I just wrote it this time idk exactly what I meant, just what I felt..

I write like that to normally, but yeah, you are now one of my favorite poets!

[Guest avlynn]

Whoa, every time I read this I get a clearer picture in my mind, it is kinda like if you hold on to what you cannot change, then you cannot move forward, and back is impossible, so you are stuck in one spot, going no where until you let it go and allow yourself to move on. or at least that is the message I got out of it. You are a very good poet

Thank you!

I just wrote it this time idk exactly what I meant, just what I felt..

I write like that to normally, but yeah, you are now one of my favorite poets!

Thank you that means so much to me!

[Guest miss kindheart]

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