the beginning.

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As i sit at home on my computer pondering my past,

I think about what I have gone through; how long can this last,

I think about my friends long gone,

about the battles won.

And i believe that through all this,

what else can go amiss.

I think through all the depression I face,

I just could not win that race.

As i was forced to watch the explosion,

The explosion that destroyed my family,

I felt a desire to go into oblivion,

If I could join them worthily.

But alas I could not,

at this spot possible it was not.

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