Wishes

The times which seem in the past, imperfect,
Hold ever-lasting memories in retrospect.
Things appearing to be minor trivialities,
Turn out to have major impact on our pseudo-immortality.

Our lives seem to last forever to us,
But when things happen horrifically,
We only then realize our lives are not our own.
They are in fact, in the hands of fate.

This is only learned when it is too late.

Life can be snuffed out as if a candle.
A once brightly glowing soul,
Is cast away into the darkness,
All too easily forgotten.

They are no more.
They no longer experience.
No longer do they laugh or cry,
Feel anger or sorrow.
They belong nowhere.
They are the lucky ones.

The rest of our mortal companions,
Learn to live without them.
Care only for their fate.
They are forgetful of our lost ones.

The disillusionment of our intricate reality crashes down.

What we once labelled reality is no more.
It is shattered and strewn across the floor.
Leaving us in disarray and confusion.
To pick up the pieces and put it back together.
No longer do we belong anywhere,
For there is nowhere to belong to.

Darkness surrounds us in a world where we must create light,
From the hopes and dreams of us mortals.
We must create what we want reality to be.
A place to belong to.

So, we wish...