No reason for these thoughts
It isn’t fair to you
The reason for my dreaming
The pain in which I stew
The pit inside my stomach
True pain inside my soul
My feelings drawing closer
The illness takes its toll
Why do I think about this
The torture to behold
Why can’t I let it go now
Increasing pain ten-fold
I want to cry so badly
But the tears will not form
I want to scream in anguish
The anger, too, feels warm
The sickness ever spreading
I can’t withdraw my heart
My soul is truly broken
Perhaps it’s from the start
You were on your way home. It was a nice night. Chilly, but not cold. You walked past the same alley you pass every night. This time, however, you miss the fiery red eyes watching you. Another block and the eyes appear in the trees, watching, waiting.
You get home. Unlocking the door, you step inside. Before you flip on the lights, you could swear that you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you from the darkness. With the crackle of electricity, the darkness was dispelled. The eyes were nowhere to be seen.
You rub your eyes. It must be because you’re tired.
Hours later, you climb into bed, weary from the day. As you close your eyes, darkness washes over you. You don’t feel it. You are not aware of it.
When you awake, fire surrounds you. You panic, as you see ever burning pools of liquid fire. You put your head under your covers, praying you wake up. The eyes, you thought you imagined stare into your own fearful eyes.
You try to scream, but no sound emerges.
The only sound you hear is faint. A whisper, but it grows louder as you pay attention.
Murky, sinister, and evil.
Crying out, I’m fighting
Shocked by pain, you hit me
Words escaping, I’m bleeding
Soul wrenching, receding
You love me, you hurt me
Why do this? You break me
Please stop now, you rip me
Sleep swiftly, you drugged me
Try to help, you stab me
Cry for help, you stop me
Outdoors now, you slap me
Please end this, you trapped me
Tore heart out, you’re laughing
Why hurt me, you’re stabbing
Please no more, you end me
I’m leaving, we’re done now.
Told I am loved, but endlessly used.
Great is my power, yet I am abused.
Helpless and trapped, controlling my life.
He is the source of all of my strife.
In need of a hero, to end all my pain.
Six new ones approach, but they need to train.
One is like me, but totally free.
Another is thin and tall like a tree.
The third is quite stocky, the fourth is real cute.
The fifth is a man with a turret to shoot.
The last one is ripped and is clearly deranged.
Maybe at last my life will be changed.
Told I shall trick them, like the ones from before.
Hope they can save me, this life I deplore.
Lead them all to my side, so I that I can rest.
But he puts all their skills right to the test.
They succeed in the end, to his angry dismay.
I tell them to end it, this is my last day.
With tears streaming down, they grant me my peace.
And finally now, my torture will cease.
They gathered around him. He had one more event. Nobody believed Jack would make it this far. One more. Just one more, he kept saying to himself. The crowd cheered him on.
“Jack! Jack! Jack!”
He looked around, a smile on his face. He began to run.
The crowd roared with excitement, giving Jack their energy. He ran harder and faster than he had ever before.
At the pinnacle of his acceleration, Jack leaped forwards.
The crowd was silent as he passed through the air.
Jack planted both feet on the ground in triumph. The crowd erupted.
Jack was nimble, as he was quick, when he jumped over that candlestick.
On this day, seventy five years ago, the men and women of Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, were attacked by the air force of the Empire of Japan.
Kamikaze pilots slammed into the naval ships and tore through the ranks of the US Navy. A surprise attack, at five minutes to eight in the morning, a horrific cacophony erupted. For an impossibly long one hundred ten minutes, two-thousand three-hundred thirty-five people needlessly lost their lives, in what we’d come to call the American entrance to World War II.
As the ships sank into the depths, and the fires raged on, the attack was finished at a quarter to ten in the morning. The attack devastated the country, and thus thrust us headlong into a war with Japan.
Take a moment of silence, in memory of those who died on this fateful day. Let not their memories be moored in silence.