{"sf1_id":484161,"sf2_id":"5nzWgaE1","title":"Untitled.","author":"Ephemeral_Dreams","words":277,"posted_at":"2013-01-07T22:15:00.000Z","tags":["Depressing (surprise?)","M/solo","No-Yiff","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/484161-untitled","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/5nzWgaE1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a1/3b/a13b4360-7961-4b21-b894-613b21b0b1dd","description":"This poem is in response to my dear friend, Blackfanged Leopard's \"Elation and the Fall\"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Untitled**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAh but what is life when one is only a worm,   \nStuck in the ground, in darkness eternal.  \nWhen one looks up, he sees naught.  \nStruck again and agaian, ashes infernal.\n\nWhen he looks left, he sees more dirt.  \nEven then, he knows he's less than that.  \nEating the dirt, excreting dirt back again.  \nFilled with the bare minimum to survive, nothing but that.\n\nWhen he turns right, he sees a carcass.  \nPerhaps of a lone squirrel, lost raccoon.  \nLooking down, he remembers: he is but a worm.  \nFilled with tiny organs that wouldn't feed but a fly, nothing but that.\n\nWhen he looks up, he may see the sun.  \nBut he knows, somehow, despite his love for the light.  \nIf he stays out too long, as he did before.  \nHe would be a dried-up husk, nothing but that.\n\nHe looks behind, leaving holes in the ground.  \nLong tunnels of his anguish, filled with blood and tears.  \nShedding layers and layers of memories, the past.  \nUnorganized lines of death and decay, quickly overlooked.\n\nFilled back by the uncaring earth, life.  \nThough every day goes as planned, every sleep awakened with another gift.  \nGift of life, but is it truly?   \nIs it a gift when one lives because one fears death,  \nNot because one values life so much?\n\nMaybe he'll dig down this time, towards the center of the earth.  \nFilled with molten rocks. Burning quite unlike his heart.  \nMaybe then, the heat will spark his heart to feel again.  \nMaybe then, his heart would beat, just once.  \nBefore the fiery, thankful, end.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThank you all for reading, comments are welcome.\n\nCopyright(c) to Ephemeral\\_Dreams\n\n  \n  \n\n"}