Standalone Poem Collective "Fallen Legacy"

Phases

Unbeknownst to all humanity, I am forever lost, stranded into void. My breath ragged
and struggling to catch any air, heavy as the thunder coming down to û¥äśªôĕůżġ£å
earth as it struck the surface beneath me.
Why Are They Looking At Me?
Why Are They Smiling At Me? Why Are Ŗàťŋģĸ Kind?
Where Am I? What Is This Cable Flowing Down My Hand?
What Is a Mentīĕøūijõğŕťí Hospital?
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World blackens once again as I see them no more, lost in the sheer nothing. Holes poked
through the roof as if they were stars overlooking the midnight ÄijÓŐýIJŰň air. I find it
hard to stay afloat, the chilly air fills the room as the metal walls tighten around me as
the cold water slowly drowns me, as it’s delicate texture flows down my throat, gently
and slowly.
Luckily, I breathe no more as the water fills my lungs
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To my surprise I awaken once again, I am sitting on the bench, I recognize this place. It’s
my college corridor. Why CAN’T I MOVE. WHY ŚńŬ¶Ĉ²Üë The world is bleak ? Where am
I ?. I am stuck on this bench. I see the number 104 on the door, what is this number?
Why does it feel scary ?
I see her, I see her through the bleak colors. I see her caring smile on the other side,
her delicate hands holding onto her phone, her gentle look. Her long, blonde hair and her ŽÅ£ūÇÀĤ smile, the smile which reminds me of home, the world quivers as she sees me,
convulses beneath my feet. She notices me, she rushes at my direction so desperately,
her effort so irrelevant and futile, the only thing I heard was “Ķūé¢ľĬÄļŊěý÷ďŌĭļāð” as
she tried to wrap her arms around my puny waist, but once again, I am there no more,
a faint shadow of my existence
The journey isn’t over yet. It is never over. Why would it be over ? It’s never over, as
long as I remain breathing