Endless Hours

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A dark poem of mine I wrote a few years ago. I edited and elongated it so that it tells a story. He stands atop the highest tower, with only fleeting memories of his former life, hearing voices, ready to jump. It's written in the point of view of my unpublished, but favorite character, Aemilius, who is trapped in a miserable world, suffering from insanity and isolation. Enjoy.

Submitted: May 25, 2013

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His body felt the fetters

Even beneath the grey sky

Tired of starting over

Standing atop the towers

 

The showers fell forever

Empty whispers from the promiser

The tears fell like cowards

During these endless hours

 

"Jump," says the promiser

In his head, the commander

"I can't," he weakly mutters

His voice shakes and shudders

 

But courage he did muster

No time for thoughts going sour

No time for a body to cower

He jumped

From those high stone towers

 

"Take away my powers

No more endless hours"

Empty whispers from the believer

As he fell forever

 

Where are all the flowers?

It was lies from the promiser

Lies from the stranger

What else could matter?

 

In the dirt he stirred

Remaining children spared for mother

In the mud he saw himself

Taken away from her

As the rain thundered

 

Blood didn't sputter

"Death won't come for me

That is my damned power"

His hollow voice muttered

 

In the mud he lay

His body sank further

Broken and still fettered

With his face covered

 

The showers fell forever

Empty whispers from the promiser

The tears fell like cowards

During these endless hours

 

 


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