Treasure Island

Timothy Kashorek

(4/5/94 / Plattsburgh, NY)

The Future Is Dark


Hear the voices
They call
Every instinct
To defend

Must resist
But cant for long
Toying with fate
Ice replaces blood

Trying to save
One that wants
to hurt
I know the future
It’s dark

Want to warn
but cant
Silent agony
Always mocking

Is one life worth another?
To kill to save?
To save the defenseless
that won’t be saved

If the future
was set in stone
it would be
Obsidian

But the future
can be changed
There are bands
of Diamond
Hope

Stone can be carved
Reshaped
But the cost
Too much

The dark future
Cold Obsidian
The Diamond bands
disappearing

Were they imagined?
A hopeful fantasy?

The dark future
Inevitable

Submitted: Monday, October 06, 2008

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