ElegyA Poem by SazakuConsider the following a eulogy for the poet who lived here before me. I guess it wasn't meant to be, for two worlds to thrive in harmony- the vernal jades of fantasy, and the concrete walls of veracity. For a while, they held on. Barely. Now that time is only a memory. Recorded here, for prosperity, in the form of a meager elegy. *** Here we are, on the dawn of Spring, and I can't find one damn thing to rip out, kicking and screaming- blood and bones and everything- from this infected, gangrenous being. Increasingly, I feel closer to conceding than going on each day reliving the unglamorous fate of a bonfire's kindling. My thoughts no longer seek the sun as I had quickly grown accustomed to. These vibrant visions are far too few to stop the strings from coming undone. It's almost amusing that it's come to this- after a lifetime spent locked inside, my heart no longer wants to hide within the confines of it's comfortable abyss. But this stricken soul that yearns to share is no more powerful than the air that blows against these padded walls with every syllable my lungs can call and every letter my fingers scrawl. My clouded mind doesn't seem to care, indifferent to my desperate prayers; it seems I've become my own thrall. Maybe someday, I'll again find the words... though I may not recognize them when they come. In they'll soar, like a nestless bird, seeking to share my scattered home. But their precious song may go unheard before they depart once more for the horizon. Until then, I guess there's nothing more I can do except hope, my muse, that we'll meet again, soon.
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