The path isn't always clear
With many twists and turns
Life goes on
Even if you fall behind
As a child, I created a world
In this world
Technology thrived
As I played, I opened the gate
Into this landscape
Conflict rises
War is at hand
A war controlled by me and my friends
With each card drawn
Each roll of the dice
Forces clash
Until a victor is crowned
Shadows of War
Turned into a tale of hardship
As its history is etched into our reality
Our fun continues on
Until the day the gates close
Time moves on
Life goes on
Even if you fall behind
One dream after another
First one of Science
Followed by one with code
Only for reality to leave me behind
In endless darkness
An abyss of misery awaits
Reality casts its shadow down on me
Leaving me in despair
Until I find the history I etched down so long ago
Still incomplete
The gate opens once more emitting a gleam
But shadow now thrives in it
I take my pencil and finish what I started
I etch a new path in my own reality
Blurring the line between fiction and reality
I step forth
To take on my next journey
As I write and march along
A deadly presence fills the air
As reality fights back
The winds of change blow
Pushing me back
I clutch the paper in my hand
Pencil in the other
As I keep moving on
Life goes on
And I won't let it leave me behind
Here I stand upright
in the middle of nowhere.
On either side,
a black void.
Where am I?
I see two people,
one on each side,
looking quite distraught.
They both look,
but I stretch on to infinity.
What am I?
They look at each other,
as if I didn't exist.
Do I exist?
The man looks up,
but I tower to infinity.
The woman's gaze follows his,
but the man lowers it and shakes his head in despair.
They both touch me.
I do exist,
but I am an obstacle.
I wish I could open up
and let them unite,
but I have no door.
Why must that be?
The man turns away,
the woman averts her gaze.
Why is he leaving?
He returns with a large object in his hand.
The woman gasps and walks back.
What is he doing?
He charges at me,
and I finally understand.
He rams and he rams,
but I'm too sturdy.
He drops to the ground,
tears in his face.
Where am I?
In a place of nonexistence.
What am I?
I am a force
that keeps them apart.
Do I exist?
I do not know.
I am an obstacle.
Why must that be?
I am a wall.
That's all I am.
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Interrelation and Other Works
Poezja"Interrelation and Other Works" is a profound anthology that invites readers into a world where the human spirit and soul are laid bare. This collection of 70 poems and 13 stories, and more, explores the intricate dance between philosophical wonder...
