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Wrote this about a year ago, not had time to do much writing since. Thought I'd post to see what people thought.
Warning: slightly depressing
Companions
Like sheep we huddle,
Or rabbits in winter.
Hiding from the truth
In drink or company,
In routines and mimicry.
To dull our minds
Slow the thoughts, so treacherous.
For though we rub shoulder, crowded
In rooms like sardines. Knock back
The fire in an attempt
To pierce these walls that
surround us. Failing each
and every time.
And when night falls, and we
Lie in bed listening to each holting
Fragile breath, In the darkness each
Carefully crafted painting, fair
Illusion is torn apart.
Our personal shelters thrown down, and we
Are forced to face, to
Listen to, that thought which we deny.
Refuse to acknowledge from fear that
It is right. That we are,
Have been and always will be
Alone.
It chills us to the bone.
An empty haunting terror that
Is precede by but one other.
That one lie which we forget
And bury even deeper.
Lie only because it contradicts
That truth which we
All too readily accept, simply
To stop that fear which
runs deeper still.
A fear which the winds of time
slowly unbury. Magnified,
and amplified by
emptiness of places past.
When we are alone
in every way but sense
another presence. A shape,
a form, a name just on
the edge of vision, the tip
of tongue.
The Eternal Companion of all.
Children know, and give it a face, a
name. Wrong, quickly forgotten.
That rightful terror drowned out by
the loudness of ignorance.
As we grow older we hear,
a name, yet blind
our eye. Silent now in
our defence, as we
pretend there is nothing,
noone to defy.
Hollow arrogance? Courage, confidence.
Acts, parts we play so well.
Fool ourselves even, for a time.
But time ticks on, clocks' endless tock,
beating heart, water on cold stone.
Youth fades, the trick is done.
But the end of foolery has not come,
and so we run.
Run. Run far, fast, unfaltering to
the Companion always one step ahead.
"You want weapons? We're in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world! This room's the greatest arsenal we could have - arm yourselves!" The Doctor
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