HIS CURSE

HIS CURSE

A Poem by Crusaderscross

He sits, blinded by reccuring
thoughts of what was

Face riddled with years of boredom
He wonders "WHAT IF ?"

Cursed by the gift of timeless existence
His imagination cannot be emptied

All that is left for him is...everything

All he can do is count the seconds until...
But he know there is no end

© 2010 Crusaderscross


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The darker side of immortality. To know there is no end to a life that offers nothing positive, hard to image anything worse. I can only hope living forever would be filled with new things as technology changes but boredom can hit the best of us. Love this write too!

Posted 9 Years Ago


If this is what it is like to be immortal than I want no part of it. This is a lonely, watching the time pass slowly piece. This creature must be terribly miserable to be alone with all the time in the world, yet no one to share it with. The emotions in this piece are brought to life and thrown in the readers face. You can't help but feel pity for this poor entity. Or maybe this is a ghost that would work well here too. Great imaginative write.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Crusaderscross
Crusaderscross

Montreal, Canada



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