{"sf1_id":1147399,"sf2_id":"dmBJX0Xm","title":"Were-the...","author":"Jiblits","words":321,"posted_at":"2017-02-21T06:57:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","slice of life","thought"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1147399-were-the","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmBJX0Xm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4c/6c/4c6cc072-eac1-44a0-b8d7-db2fee951838","description":"","content":"Were-the...\n\n(Ku dent sleep -\\_- zzzZZZ...)\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nOrganizing memories lost among foggy thoughts \u0026 sensations\n\n  \n\nI look back to see how lost to expect the future generations\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n  \n\nTime a delusion, a must, a dream never to be woken\n\n  \n\nI settle into the moment content, knowing what may soon be broken\n\n  \n\n  \n\nSecluded in this thought, I find so few seeing the tragedy yet to be\n\n  \n\nThe few that meet eyes only breathe easy knowing they expect the same from me\n\n  \n\n  \n\nTrembling at the sounds so silently growing\n\n  \n\nI relax instead of embracing what all must be knowing\n\n  \n\n  \n\nAny infinity now, the pricelessness of life will collide with itself to make possible what should never have been\n\n  \n\nReassuring fate, again, it needs to reclaim what happened only then\n\n  \n\n  \n\nTo exist, to bend motion into moments we make clear\n\n  \n\nFor hope to breathe once more, we must wake again the purest of all fear\n\n  \n\n  \n\nIntention at a single mention, each vein must expect pain\n\n  \n\n  \n\nTorture a cure for a heart anything but pure\n\n  \n\nLet the regret blossom in the monster so sure\n\n  \n\n  \n\nInsanity, physical profanity\n\n  \n\nThe building blocks of something incomplete....perfection....humanity...\n\n  \n\n  \n\nWhat life knew along its road to the end\n\n  \n\nThe ever present friend, offering an inexcusable hand to lend\n\n  \n\n  \n\nWhat shows as problem to an answer not given without a toll\n\n  \n\nWhat keeps all life in control\n\n  \n\n  \n\n...that word, that reality nothing can escape without never being...\n\n  \n\n...the thing we hope to one day meet peacefully without ever seeing...\n\n  \n\n  \n\nThe one forgotten till the mind can no longer hide\n\n  \n\nWhat we fight with every breath till it stops us from inside\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n  \n\nThe needed, the ever never wanted\n\n  \n\nThat something that keeps us dead...\n\n  \n\n  \n\n\"Soul, body, mind, all worth not a dime...\n\nAll is forgiven, forgotten, when payment is our due time...\"\n\n  \n\n  \n\n---Thanks for reading---\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; ---Always---\n  \n  \n\n"}