What if, you laid down, and never got back up. You could get up at any given time, but you don't. And your not immortal, your still human. You don't know why you're there, and how. You don't need to eat or drink, but the paining feeling of hunger was growing larger.
Your mouth grew dry, your body drew cold. And you took, long, inhuman, shaky breaths. You think, this is punishment for all the horrible things you've done. You are not in a coma, and time was not stopped.
Time raced by, as though it was trying to make you suffer more. You don't know how long it's been, and you don't care. You lie, and stare up at the open starry sky.
Hundreds, upon thousands of years go by. You are still alive, but at the same time you are dead. Starved, and thirsty. Wanting to move, or get up, but you can't. Any movement aches your fragile body....
After many years of suffering for your actions, a hand reaches down, and whispers,...
"You can start over, or suffer more of the consequences." They softly spoke.
"Can I still be me, but, you know, a better one?"
"That's up to you." Their hand still held out, waiting or me to grab hold. A tear runs down your cheek, and you outstretched your hand. You smile, and say,...
"Take me away."
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A/N Your. Welcome. Period. Bye!
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PoetryJust stuff that comes to my mind, will be each 'chapter', to make you smile, or cry. I really don't like seeing people sad, or distressed, so I hope I can make things a bit more sunny in some stormy minds. No bad moods in my book(haha), no anxiety(m...
