THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHT © 2018 BY DARK MAGICIAN. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DISTRIBUTION FOR COMMERCIAL GAIN, INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, POSTING ON SITES OR NEWSGROUPS, DISTRIBUTION AS PARTS OR IN BOOK FORM (EITHER AS A WHOLE OR PART OF A COMPILATION) WITH OR WITHOUT A FEE, OR DISTRIBUTION ON CD, DVD, OR ANY OTHER ELECTRONIC MEDIA WITH OR WITHOUT A FEE, IS EXPRESSLY PROHIBITED WITHOUT THE AUTHOR'S WRITTEN CONSENT. YOU MAY DOWNLOAD ONE (1) COPY OF THIS STORY FOR PERSONAL USE; ANY AND ALL COMMERCIAL USE EXCEPTING EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTIONS REQUIRES THE AUTHOR'S WRITTEN CONSENT.
THE AUTHOR MAY BE CONTACTED FOR PERMISSIONS OR FEEDBACK AT: yugioh3099@gmail.com
I see it directly in front of me,
my perfect world that I have always known.
I'm running along a glass floor high above the ground,
frantically, desperately, i'm sprinting with everything.
And there I see above me,
a giant hammer is falling down.
I realize that I'm not going to make it,
so I start running faster, and faster.
Right as my hand is about to reach it,
the hammer smashes the glass floor.
Just like that the floor cracks,
and i'm falling along with the shards.
In the glass reflection I see them,
all of my happy memories of it all.
All of them are falling around me,
and all of them have been completely destroyed.
I try to reach for the pieces,
but the harder I try to grab them the more it hurts.
The glass cuts open my hands and they bleed,
I realize that I have to give up and fall.
While falling I look up to see the hammer,
I see the one that is holding it.
I shout upwards,screaming in pain,
WHY! My life was perfect!
Just a young kid I'm angry and hurting,
my family and life shattered like the glass.
I want to break down and cry in front of everyone,
I want everyone to know the pain of being alone.
Yet, I hear my mother's voice in the back of my head,
"I'm so proud of you for not letting it affect you two."
The words resonate in my head and I can't break,
which causes the inside to crack further and further.
As I age I realize that I'm the one who's turned to glass,
and like the floor from my past I'm slowly cracking.
Thinking about my memories cause spiderweb cracks to appear,
and the thoughts tear me apart from within as the cracks show.
Starting from my face and spreading downward,
I breakdown when I'm all alone.
Never allowing anyone to know for so long,
that these feelings are destructive.
I just want someone to return me to that perfect world,
to take me away from this broken one that i've been given.
No one understands the pain of having one swing of the hammer,
of having one swing take away everything they once knew.
Only a young boy, I was too naive to realize the real world,
believing that I had a "perfect life" made it that much easier.
It made it so much easier for the world to fool me utterly,
a stupid, gullible kid, still too young and immature to know.
So the boy is left to try to find the broken pieces,
unable to put them together he takes a few.
He is forced to try his best to find a way,
a way to put these broken pieces in a new floor.
One that at any moment could be broken yet again,
one that could have a hammer to smash it to pieces.
Realizing that this is a possible reality for the boy,
he tosses the pieces away and tries desperately to forget them.
He allows for fear to completely rule his entire life,
like a coward he tries not to think of the broken pieces.
Unable to face his fears, his sister finds the courage where he couldn't,
she takes the pieces he threw away, and he finds that she has surpassed him.
The young boy is no longer a child anymore, and yet he is still just a kid,
just a stupid, coward of a kid that doesn't want to accept responsibilites.
He sits on his computer, plays games, and laughs away his life with a fake smile,
writing poems like such to forget the broken pieces he still dares not look at.