I am here,
Invisible to the world and its business.
I always was scared I'd be cast into Hell and forgotten completely.
I don't think this is quite Hell yet,
But I believe I have been forgotten.
If I ever really existed.
Did I exist?
Was I really a person,
Breathing in ambitions, dreams, goals, achievements,
Breathing out fears, failures, disappointments, and bad days?
I can't remember anymore.
My God, I can't remember anymore.
Author notes
Hm.
A contest entry
- Alone by Timothy Cameron.
525 points, ended November 4, 2007, 22 entries
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Comments
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The Border Guardian
Thank you for your submission. Much appreciated.. Kinda hard to read. The question of existence here is believable.
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Spooky! I like it. Very powerful.



