Past, present, and future.

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Tick-tock.

Submitted: December 09, 2011

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Where does the time go?
 
i swear, just yesterday i was sitting on my grandpas lap, waiting for him to tie my boots.
 
where does the time go?
 
i swear, just yesterday i was helping my grandma with house work.
 
where does the time go?
 
i swear, just yesterday i had a family.
 
where does the time go?
 
i swear, just yesterday was the first day of freshman year.
 
where does the time go?
 
i must not have been watching it so carefully, as it walked right by me. yesterday seems so long ago, when you’re living in the real world. 
 
yesterday seems so far out of reach, when you’re lying in bed, all alone.
 
yesterday seems like ancient history after you’ve gone through hell and back.
 
yesterday seems so non existent, when you look at today. 
 
today i am me, today i am free, today i am old, for what tomorrow may hold.
 
today i am strong, today i am wise, for tomorrow may only be lies.
 
today i am determined, for tomorrow may not come.
 
today i am me, today i am free.
 
tomorrow, we shall see of what may be.
 
The silence is so deafening, and the cold is so numbing.
 
I do not know what to think, i do not know how to speak.
 
I try to say something, but my vocal chords have left, i try to see something, but all that’s there is pitch black.
 
My hands start to tremble, as i feel around for you.
 
For it is dark, and i am alone, who is to know what is hiding?
 
The sound of these foot steps grow so loud, i look around, you are not there.
 
The sound of these whispers curl my blood, i close my eyes and look for you, but you are not there.
 
I open my mouth, and nothing comes out, not a squeak, not a whisper, nothing but air.
 
To breathe, does it mean we are alive?
 
Our heart to beat, does it mean we can survive?
 
Our blood to flow, does it mean we can take it all in strive?
 
Although, none of this is for you, i swear you are here.
 
I thought i felt your hand on mine, can you tell me, are you scared?
 
For what is fear?
 
What are we so scared of?
 
Can the human mind not comprehend, there is always more than meets the eye?
 
Do these bones chill you?
 
Does the wind spook you?
 
Do you fear the monsters within you?
 
So, tell me now, what is there to fear?
 
How much harm can one hand do to another?
 
Do you fear death?
 
For what is there to fear, knowing what is beneath us?
 
For what is there to fear, know what is among us?
 
So, tell me dear, are you afraid of the dark?


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