Tag Archives: Death

Three Words and a Question Mark

Three words

and a question mark

that can change a life

Are you happy?

Where the back of your mind

meets the edge of your heart

and the corner of your soul

Are you happy?

Thoughts turn into decisions

Decisions turn into actions

Actions turn into life changing events/moments

Are you happy?

Isn’t that what changes lives

Moments. The time after you say something

and want to take it back

Are you happy?

Humanity’s unsettled, not quite contentment

Moments that change your life

the lives of those around you, and slowly change the world.

Are you happy?

This urge, this push, this pull

That a little bit more is enough

The same question can also wake you up

Are you happy?

Wake you up to the injustice

Wake you up to the pain

Wake you up to the desensitization

Are you happy?

This question is so self centered

and based on a temporary, ever changing idea.

I prefer a whole different question, instead of:

Are you happy?

I prefer: Three words

and a question mark

that can change a life, eternally.

Ready to die?

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Failed Rescue ~ Part 2

It has been 121 days

since I have given up.

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I’m going crazy.

All the death

it’s still happening

and it’s still my fault

which means it becomes my responsibility

again.

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I never truly realized how many lives I saved

only how many I didn’t save.

***

I wonder

would their lives continued on

if I had continued on

121 days ago?

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But then my mind begins to play

the devil’s advocate,

and whispers echo in my ears,

what if I had never started?

Would there have been as many terrors to

my city?

***

What if I don’t use my powers

for good or bad,

I just don’t use them.

***

Then they are not a gift or a curse,

only locked away in a box

and I threw away the key.

***

The key was confidence,

and confidence got them killed.

***

Now I fear I can do nothing.

I can’t move forward

with this new and only one life

that the man behind the mask

chose for me.

***

I can’t go back to my old life

before the responsibility,

before the deaths.

***

But no matter what I do

they keep on building

the deaths keep on building.

Whether I’m the man or the mask

death keeps knocking.

***

I have the potential for good

or death.

I had once thought that I had the potential

for greatness.

***

Now have the potential

to do nothing.

***

Death keeps on knocking

at the box.

I need the key,

but I don’t want it.

***

How can I pick up

the weapon that killed you

and know that it might happen all over again.

***

I am a murder,

yet am I still a hero?

If I don’t pick up the murder weapon

I’ll only be a killer.

***

If I pick up the murder weapon

I could save more lives

and possibly kill more.

***

But I am killing countless people in my inaction.

I could even the scales

or tip them even more.

***

I am going crazy with all the death

I’m causing by doing nothing.

***

I will take action,

I will be a hero,

I will save lives

and in the process

I may kill some more.

***

But it will be worth it

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