Posted by
Hydrawolf March 2, 2014 -
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I am surrounded. The darkness envelops me. I haven't the power to stop it from seeping in. I can only wait, and finally, as always, my waiting pays off. A bright light flashes inside me, allowing me sight, however brief, however blurred. I try to focus, to see past this veil and to see the shadows, but I cannot. I have power, but it's not enough.Days pass by in a blur. Dark, light, light, dark. I am given power only to have it taken away by those more powerful. I am not even allowed movement in this cruel world, I can only sit and wait for those around me. I reminisce of earlier days. When I left the loud, machine-infested world to instead be shipped to a smaller, quiet place. I was put on display, like a common household object until finally I was bought. Me. Purchased.Today was a sad day as I was taken from my home. I was happy at first, finally given the chance to look around, but it did not last. Passed all the rooms and up a ladder, I was left. Forgotten, allowed to live out my last days in a darkened corner along with all the other unneeded and unwanted ones. I sat with no power. I sat with nothing. Years passed as the dust covered every fiber of my being until, finally, a light came from below. Voices, two, spoke softly, and I was given a chance to escape.I wanted to run, to get away from this place, but I knew I couldn't. Instead I simply followed the people as they took me to yet another world. This new world reminded me of the last. Green and blue were a new sight, a welcome sight to the dreary blackness I'd come to known, but it was familiar. Blurs came and went, touching me, asking if I worked, picking me up even. I was taken away from my home that day, a place I did not like, but I knew.I was again moved from place to place. I lived more comfortably, away from the darkness even, but I was tired. Light was always around me, always, never was there a dark moment. I was given the chance to help as a man next to me wrote. Day in and day out he wrote, never giving me a chance to rest until, finally, the darkness came. Something inside me broke that day. I panicked and closed my eyes hard. The man removed my veil for the first time in my life, giving me a chance to see the world without the foggy glasses. He grabbed something from a closet, took some sort of rounded glass object and put it back inside me. My light shone once more and my veil stayed off. I watched from my pedestal as the man worked each day. I watched, and I was happy.Hours turned into days, which turned into weeks, months, and even years. The man aged and so did I. I could see my world becoming blurry and darker each day, I could tell there was not much time left for me. The veil was removed for so long, but today it seemed like it was still there. Shadows were all that I saw as my last days were spent in dim light. I watched the man write, all these years, still writing. I knew now that it was my place to be this light, it was my job just as it was his to write, and my job was done. My light went out, my eyes dimmed and my power waned until finally there was none left.I could feel myself be picked up near the end, I could feel the warmth being replaced by the cold chill of death and then, it was all gone.
