-Time-
"You do not understand... what I've felt."
He said to himself,
but it was implied to the world.
"This empty, dark, endless void... it consumes me. It makes me feel empty inside.
"As if... perhaps I am meant for something more. Yet, I cannot reach it."
He sighed heavily, the sound carrying the weight of his burdens.
"Time is fragile... Time is the essence of reality. Yet... it's limited."
"The void bends time. Making it infinite."
"Imagine, drifting through the lifeless void for eternity..."
"That is how I feel inside."
"Why must I be condemned to live in this lifeless shell of a body? It is unbearable!"
He clutched his chest, anger flashing through his eyes.
"This weight is on my shoulders. This crushing weight of responsibility!"
"It haunts me! The dread of loss." he cried.
"The thought that I am not capable to protect what I must."
"Time is limited." his voice trembled and cracked.
"Time is the key to freedom! With time, you can meet your goals.
"With time, you can achieve what you need! And yet,"
"It's limited."
He looked up into the dark sky.
"Should I give up? Am I just a burden?" he asked the stars.
"Time." he whispered.
"Time is the fabric of the universe."
"In time I will face reality and stand up to my fears, my enemies, the fragile existence of reality."
"In time."
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Threads of Reality: A Poetry Collection
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