The road beyond, dark and cold. Lifeless. Deep in it goes, like a never ending road. Concrete lines the floor, a yellow line in between signaling an old, forgotten life. Forward it goes, plants popping up here and there, hiding the community that once strived toward perfection, only to be ripped apart by selfishness and betrayal. The people who wanted perfection were torn apart by the same people because they invested to much pride into the wrong kind of perfection.
Moving along, the plants part for the larger, more out spoken places. Buildings torn down and rotting from old regrets. Inside, tales of the depressed souls filled with sorrowful words and thoughts haunt the halls and doors. Tears unleashed behind closed doors. Secrets held for so long they're beyond recognition. Forgotten.
Forgotten.
Forgotten words spoken with pitty and depression. Forgotten souls, to torn apart and broken to try. As if they were shattered glass. Too fragile to touch until somebody else is brave enough. Too betrayed and angry to find the strength to ask for help. Too even want to be put back together.
The soul of the braver one escaped the life within, while everybody else faced the pressures of the struggle that showed through after years of rain and dirt. After it was all forgotten. Escaping was rare. Even escaping the building that once stood tall but not strong enough to repel the forces around it. The other objects that surrounded it, buildings and people, each one, dragging each other down. Deeper and deeper, digging a hole created by the effort of perfection.
Outside, further away, step by step. Further down, the light finally starts to seep through the cracks that decorate the walls. The buildings, just as run down, look much more alive, surrounded by more and more lights and plants. Living things. Slowly the walls break apart into a brighter sky, the darkness and the effort of being the best slowly disappearing into a lighter a day. A smarter day. A day to enjoy the imperfections of life.
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Unwritten Words
PoetryIt's so rare to need something, you don't want. It's so common, to want something, you don't need. These are the words that I want, but don't always need. These are the words that I wish need, but almost always want.
