I too sat on the side of the obelisk
not a person in sight
in a world of ennui
nothing but malign nothingness...
I found myself stuck
like so many others here
Betwixt between the shadows and darkness
I looked to the light
so faint I think my mind was being tricked
it catches my eye ever so often
Was I imagining this?
was there a way out of this place?
This place that only created the pain and isolation for so many
Because so many made it out
but then agan, so many didn't
Does anyone have a choice?
What would happen if i did?
Would I freshen the world around me and make it in such a cruel world?
I had to
I would thrive in hope and prosper in impunity
I would take control
and once my time is done
I will stand proud at the edge of elysium
Awaiting my fate
As that faint light slowly grew into a sun
I knew we would be okay
because this place is only a place
a simple setting in a chapter of our lives
that would teach us about love and loss
we can do this.
a survivor of this place