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Death of the Future

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CalumDC

Published: Jul 4, 2011

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Death of the Future

Standing above the stone
Future is a lost concept
It lies cold dead, alone
Upon its grave, I wept
The life ahead is no more
Just a cave of empty sorrow
Within my eyes just pour
At the thought of a tomorrow

There's no point in going on
No brightness to look on to
All things are going wrong
Nothing left for my to do
Aspirations remain destroyed
Destined to be unfulfilled
When all reality is deployed
It's my dreams to be killed

Those visions in my sleep
Ghosts of what isn't to be
My mind is where they keep
The world they'll never see
Trapped only in imagination
Empty lost wandering shadows
Of my unreturned affection
Suffocating as they enclose

I really should let them go
Only a pathetic lost cause
Yet just deeper they burrow
As the rest of me withdraws
Cowering within my dark mind
Recoiling in the bleak space
Here no-one will come and find
Forced away by my horrid face

So what now lies in my path?
That cobbled route of despair
Potholed with fate's wrath
Totally devoid of all repair
The layout lined with fear
Shrouded in clouds of black
When only the pain is clear
Compelling my mind to crack

Is help what I should call
Show that form of weakness
Or just brace for the fall
As I'm failing to impress
I'm just refusing to give in
With nothing to cling on to
Feeding the agony deep within
There's no future without you

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Probably on of the earliest completed poems in my limited repertoire, considering most of the things I've written happen on the other side of midnight. For this one I tried looking into the future for inspiration... well you can see how cheery that worked out.

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