A/N: This was originally a free verse, but I think it flows better in this formatting. Please let me know if you think it would be better in the original format!

Anything But Alive

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I am broken, a soul never sealed by fate. I lay before the rising dawn and feel dissociate; no right, no wrong. The compass of my mind deceived. Where have I gone? A child of life, now stilled by time? Breathing slows, the creep of silence. Dissolved are ideals in moments of truth. Staring into the eyes of faith, it speaks – a full voice, my opposite, my complement. I am nothing. Good and evil do not exist in this merry-go-round of the happy-sad. My voice of protest is silenced in favor of time. You are gone, leaving only the resembling shadow of your blazing glory, your beautiful tragedy. If only tears were light, I would be able to see; but these tears are diamonds, cool and smooth, meaningless, worthless, in the grand scheme of things. Discredited and disowned, I turn to the last vestiges of night and wish farewell. If only the times of peace held meaning to the universe, our night would be our blissful ignorance.

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Heather M.