Almost Dead
A/N: You like me, you really like me! (Well all except Tobiastwin, but that's another story.)
This is a poem from a human-Controller's POV. Most likely a kid, but it really could be anyone. If you like it, maybe I'll edit it to make it Tom's POV, or write one like this for Tom. I predict a Tom monologue in the near future, possibly. I got a REALLY good idea this morning, but now I forget. ::sobs:: Oh, well. I'll also have a real story, not just a poem, soon. I just hafta FINISH one. I've got several floating in my head and computer, but they're all half-finished. I have writer's block and too much homework. I'm sure you agree when I say *yuck*. Also, a possible songfic to "Hemorrage" by Fuel, in the near, or not-so-near future. Enough blabbing, on with the poem!!!! :-) ;-)
Former friends and familiar faces
Images floating in my head
They see me as alive and well
But the real me is almost dead
Hope is almost dead
And peace is a thing of the past
Sure I get a small freedom,
But it isn't real, and it never does last.
Logic and hope battle,
Deep inside my soul and mind
While at the same time I yearn
For a naïve world left long behind
A/N: You like me, you really like me! (Well all except Tobiastwin, but that's another story.)
This is a poem from a human-Controller's POV. Most likely a kid, but it really could be anyone. If you like it, maybe I'll edit it to make it Tom's POV, or write one like this for Tom. I predict a Tom monologue in the near future, possibly. I got a REALLY good idea this morning, but now I forget. ::sobs:: Oh, well. I'll also have a real story, not just a poem, soon. I just hafta FINISH one. I've got several floating in my head and computer, but they're all half-finished. I have writer's block and too much homework. I'm sure you agree when I say *yuck*. Also, a possible songfic to "Hemorrage" by Fuel, in the near, or not-so-near future. Enough blabbing, on with the poem!!!! :-) ;-)
Former friends and familiar faces
Images floating in my head
They see me as alive and well
But the real me is almost dead
Hope is almost dead
And peace is a thing of the past
Sure I get a small freedom,
But it isn't real, and it never does last.
Logic and hope battle,
Deep inside my soul and mind
While at the same time I yearn
For a naïve world left long behind