They were unexisting.
Famous people of the past
present
future.
All once unexisting.
Their thoughts
words
minds
were once blank spaces.
They were once small
average
human.
Made immortal
by their accomplishments.
Like us.
We were all once spent.
Simply choices made
and thoughts decided.
In the simplest form of existance.
Unexisting.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Forsaken Soul
Thơ caA collection of my poems regarding to the quality of human life, and how I've experienced the world. ©2015 xxsherryxx
