The Lonesome One

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
My Feelings Most Of The Time.

Submitted: May 06, 2011

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Submitted: May 06, 2011

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He sits alone in the dark and lonesome dungeons, survival is off the charts, life is hard. The two he looked up to, split apart. His emotions the only company he bares within the long and scarce dungeon. He looked around him but- He see's nothing. No-one in sight, just darkness. He feels his way around the corner, cracks consume the walls and ceilings, vines and moss eat away the walls. But across the narrow tunnel where he is standing, a strike of light shimmers like a blade across the darkness of the exit of the tunnel. Could this be hope? Is he not alone after all? He anxiously and nervously steps slowly towards the blade-like shimmer, as he comes in contact, his skin burns, just as though nature and the world itself has given up on him, he is rejected. His life before this was not so different, there was a little more light, fewer cracks, and much lighter, since love overtook him for the first time, the dungeon within his mind darkened, the walls cracked as his emotions broke, and vines and moss grew as his mind bare more anger and sadness. He stayed in the shimmer as his skin burned, thinking of his life up to now, a painful burning sensation for every sin, and a moment of darkness and cool for every good deed. He feels alone, His only friend is his Guardian. He dreams but does not remember of what he had dreamed, flashbacks start to fulfill his mind, flashbacks of whatever he can think. He is confused, Lost, Alone, And Sad. An Angel came in contact and love has struck again, the angel is not alone, for love bares she with another. He hurts knowing he can not have the angel once newly found, Love bares them together, but another stands between them. He waits for the other to leave, the angel is split apart from the other and love and compassion can finally lighten his life. He looks into the angel's eyes, and as he does so, light breaks through the cracks in the walls, destroying the coating of vines and moss. He see's love and caring within his angel's eyes, white and clear like snow, they glisten within his heart, his angel ; the only one that now matters to him. Him and his guardian stronger, he has new found love, love lasting forever and ever, always together. He walks with his angel through the tunnels as light follows them wherever they step, darkness is behind them, light between them, and light ahead. They walk together close walking towards the brightly lit end of the tunnel. Sounds of leaves and tree's, smell of grass, fresh air, and sounds of birds flying and tweeting all excite their senses with hope and new life. They Walk Into The Light. Heaven Between Them. Nothing But Love. He Is In Heaven.


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