Memories of a forgotten past come crashing down on that withered soul. Not a light shines in the crooked shadows of a once loved being. Desolate and lost without a sense of direction he turns and stumbles upon his own feet. Blindly grasping at the ether, he searches. Searches not for direction, not for support and even not for hope. He just searches!!!!
His heavy heart sags under the weight of his memories. Of times being loved, of times being known, of times being hated. Memories that seem to get lost into the infinitive shackles of time. Where can this soul find solace, if not in the arms of the loved ones? Yet, grasping in the dark, he knows that no one shall come for him. No one shall even remember his name. Of the times he was needed and has been there for others. Of the times he stood by firmly when others spurned his loved ones. Yet today he was left in darkness. Did they feel shame? Who can blame them. He curses his stars for the cruel act of fate. He curses God for the troubles he faces. In fear he quickly apologizes hoping for a change in fortunes. A minute slowly ticks by. He still lies there alone and forlorn.He now knows his fate is sealed.
He cries out in a loud voice and screams until his lungs get parched and run dry. He curses until he loses his voice. He curses until his voice fails to echo from the surroundings. When words no longer form, he tears and pulls his hair. He is hurting and yet he continues......
After his strength leaves him, he slowly turns to face himself in the puddle of his own sweat. One look an he knows he has been broken. His soul has been turned. He will never get back his past. The past now seems to be a distant memory. A small chuckle escapes his ragged mouth. He smiles, showing that beautiful smile that until moment ago seemed lost in his madness. The smile that broke through the defenses of his loved ones. The smile that endeared him to all his loved ones. The smile that only moments ago slowly took that cut piece of glass and held it up in the light and with a firm heart brought it down and slashed his own wrists.
Tick tock....times slowly passes. Memories crashing down....The good ones...The bad ones...the ones with loved ones....The last memory of the verdict two hours ago. The grim look on the doctors face told him that he was doomed. The hesitance to even look him in the eye for fear of catching his curse. The one line in the report that told it all.... "HIV+" !!!
Then he breathed his last...........
His heavy heart sags under the weight of his memories. Of times being loved, of times being known, of times being hated. Memories that seem to get lost into the infinitive shackles of time. Where can this soul find solace, if not in the arms of the loved ones? Yet, grasping in the dark, he knows that no one shall come for him. No one shall even remember his name. Of the times he was needed and has been there for others. Of the times he stood by firmly when others spurned his loved ones. Yet today he was left in darkness. Did they feel shame? Who can blame them. He curses his stars for the cruel act of fate. He curses God for the troubles he faces. In fear he quickly apologizes hoping for a change in fortunes. A minute slowly ticks by. He still lies there alone and forlorn.He now knows his fate is sealed.
He cries out in a loud voice and screams until his lungs get parched and run dry. He curses until he loses his voice. He curses until his voice fails to echo from the surroundings. When words no longer form, he tears and pulls his hair. He is hurting and yet he continues......
After his strength leaves him, he slowly turns to face himself in the puddle of his own sweat. One look an he knows he has been broken. His soul has been turned. He will never get back his past. The past now seems to be a distant memory. A small chuckle escapes his ragged mouth. He smiles, showing that beautiful smile that until moment ago seemed lost in his madness. The smile that broke through the defenses of his loved ones. The smile that endeared him to all his loved ones. The smile that only moments ago slowly took that cut piece of glass and held it up in the light and with a firm heart brought it down and slashed his own wrists.
Tick tock....times slowly passes. Memories crashing down....The good ones...The bad ones...the ones with loved ones....The last memory of the verdict two hours ago. The grim look on the doctors face told him that he was doomed. The hesitance to even look him in the eye for fear of catching his curse. The one line in the report that told it all.... "HIV+" !!!
Then he breathed his last...........
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