Last of my kind

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For a moment I was complete
Life had tossed me like a small boat
Upon a turbulent unrelenting ocean
And I had survived
Managed somehow to navigate
Through maelstrom and calms
To a point that I could recognize as final
Perhaps not your perfection
Not the cherry blossoms of fiction
But enough for me

Peace came from release
The throwing off of earthly burdens
Freed at last from carrying baggage
Things that just appeared like phantoms
To bend my back or furrow my brow
That I accepted all so willingly
No fight or second hand remorse
Not even a tinge of regret touched my soul
I would go back from whence I came
To nothingness and nirvana

They would not let me go
Dragged me screaming back to reincarnate
To have to start from nothing
Wiped clean of feeling and love
A stranger in a world unrecognizable
Time had warped and sent me backwards
To stand astride two realities
One that vainly tried to fit
The other that tore at invisible chains
Of Karmic humor run amok.

I breathe but when I close my eyes death looms large
Standing with a slip that says rejection
And points towards some future that I cannot fathom
Filled with uncertainty and menace

I have lost three generations
Have watched their past slip into memory
Said goodbye to two centuries of history
Painted on faces with crease and crow's feet.

I try to explain this is not my world
That universe was erased before Camelot fell
When man still looked forwards with hope
And wanted something more than universal wi-fi.

I am the last of the first
The survivor of genocide.

A prophet of doom
Outlasting even Armageddon.

Inquisitorial head
Torturing myself.

Listen to my words.

Think with my memories.

When I am gone there is only tomorrow.

I remember the first time I killed
Look hard into that face each day
And wonder if in all reality
The wrong man died.

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twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 10 years ago
OK

you have some good lines here, in that they say something different

cherry blossoms of fiction

Karmic humor run amok.

wanted something more than universal wi-fi.

let's see what happens here (out of context)

Painted on faces with crease and crow's feet.

faces painted with crease and crow's feet.

but needs a little weeding of the common universalities

I am pming you, regarding a comment.

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