Young Writers Society

I am gone.
Tired of my special Purgatory,
I go forth and struggle to reach the light.

Forgiveness
Is my only salvation.
I dream of the land of happy endings,
Where lovers rejoice and leave all else behind.

If only I could find a way...
These dark tendrils embrace my guilt and regret.
I succumb to the endless waves of darkness,
Pleased that they accept me.

I open my eyes.
A crimson red haze envelops my weakened body
And parts slightly,
Revealing a narrow passage that I've gone down numberless times.

As I go closer, the end of the path seems clearer.
"Could that be paradise?" I whispered.
It is my most wanted desire; one I cannot reach.
I exhale slowly and drift away...

I awaken in an empty room.
The memories of my journey have remained.
"It seemed so real." I told the wall.

The words of an ignorant youth:
"I go forth and crush those
Between me and my goal!"
How naive I was...

I am gone.
Tired of my hellhole,
I limp to the edge of the chasm
And cave in to despair.