Eve of a New Era
By: Maureen
Summary: Eve poetry. Whee. I'm terrible at poetry. Just… Accept it.
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It's like this everyday now.
I wake up, but I'm not sure I want to ever again.
It didn't used to be like this.
I used to wake up and look forward to the day.
To what it held for me.
Now it makes me sick.
I used to know what I was.
Who I was.
And I liked it.
I don't know what changed in me.
Whether something was added or taken away.
Or whether it was there all along.
But everything is so different now.
I don't know who I am anymore, only who I was.
All that I've done...
It makes me want to die.
But I'm still here.
Not because I'm told to,
But because I know that that's the easy way out.
If I leave this world,
Without helping those I hurt,
Without ever trying to,
Then I'm even worse than I was.
Because now,
I hurt for those people.
I know what I've done
And I know that nothing in the world could ever make it better.
And I know that people like who I was are still out there.
And if I ignore that now,
When I know that I could change something,
Reach someone,
Help someone,
Then I deserve torment,
Worse than what I have now.
Even if it's just one life that I touch,
Then I know I'll have done some good.
So I wake up.
And I live again.
~ FIN ~
