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The visitation
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par [Clevian ]

2008-03-12  | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english]    | 



A rock hit me in the head,
this after-noon , while I was taking my daily walk.
I saw no one, just a wall,
separating me, from the rest of the world.
Who did this?
Who did this, I asked myself many time.

Later in the day, two rocks hit me, in the back.
I was really angry and frustrated,
Because I couldn't see, beyond the wall.

Only then, I realized,I was surrounded by WALLS,
I was living in a circle.
How did I end up, in this isolation?
Why am I alone?

I couldn't remember how I got here,
and the rocks, were keep hurting me,
falling down on me, as heavy drops of ice,
of a furious sky.

The walls, were very tall,
well built,
with dense layers of steel and marble.

Who would want me, here, away from you all?
..except myself..?!

It was so quiet,
no sign of life, no insects, no plants, no nothing.
Just dead silence and an artificial soil.

I was missing those annoying insects...

Then, all of the sudden,
a door appeared, but not in the wall,
as you would normally find a door,
but, floating, two metres above the ground.

I tried to jump, to grab the door still,
but I couldn't.

Everytime I got close to it,
I was being hit with rocks.

I was going mad, in this state of helplessness.

I began to pray,
to all gods, known to me,
in a desperate act, of getting my trust back.

No answer, no solution, to escape this concrete jar.

I fell alseep, with eyes wide open.
I then, woke up, as blind as a creature with no eyes.

I wanted to be dead,
but even to die was hard in these conditions,
as I later realized.

I couldn't move!

Even death was laughing at me..
as I couldn't even kill myself...

Where did all these begin?
...pay a visit to one of your brain's room.






















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