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The days, the weeks, the months, all seem to move far faster than the speed of light. 

It seems I leave no mark, no legacy once the year is drawn to a close. 

The facility, of which I transferred into this year, yielded little comforting to my future there. 

My path yields a future of isolation, my own silence, my own thoughts filled with malice. 

The others enjoy each others company, they laugh, they joke, they sit together, they do many things with each other. 

I can rarely find a time where they are apart. 

Every new room they move into, they seem to gather a large following. 

My own companions seem to have their energy, their own following. 

I walk alone, with my burden, alongside my shadow. 

I hear a clock within my skull, ticking, slowly but steadily winding down. 

I find myself afraid of this clock, afraid of myself running out of time, afraid that I will not be remebered for I have no legacy.

The others will see me as a ghost, a mere sight, a spec of dust. 


  • Apr 15, 2019

  • Gianna Olivo

    Gianna Olivo

    love it!

    Apr 15, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Your writing is very memorable that’s a gift to build on Judge by the response it may not be alegacy but the reputation of an excellent writer 🦋keep writing so we can enjoy more 🦋Never give up 🦋🦋🦋🦋

    Apr 15, 2019

  • Apr 18, 2019

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