Treasure Island

Plague Rose

A Theory

I am a ghost with a past
And memories to match
My future is dreary
And my present life is merely
Rattling of chains and slamming of doors
With this empty feeling
That I can't take anymore
I am sad and alone
Angry and malevolent
I walk by myself
Every night by the shore
And I wonder and think
What it's like to be
Flying high
With the ocean under me
I can't help but feel
That my life isn't real
And that this world and my past
And my questions to ask
Are simply a figment
Of an imaginative child
One with no friends
And whose thoughts are wild
But if this is so
Then where will I go
If the child grows up
And forgets I was here
What would I do
If my life disappeared?
My memories would be gone
And my past unknown
My life would be nothing
And my existence dead
But this is only a theory
For now
I will live

Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2012
Edited: Saturday, August 25, 2012

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