A Short Walk Through Hell
When I went in search of power and gloryI dreamt of great battlefields, twisting steel,
Instead I was lead to this mausoleum of sorts
Coughing mucus out my irritated throat
From all the dust between books arranged onto towers
Where they say every single story's been told.
So, I went in search of my own.
I opened one book and found it filled with
The letter A. I opened the next and saw it
Filled with the letter B. And on and on,
For centuries I walked, with each book being
A collection of words arranged in perfect
Alphabetical order.
Of course, I burned half the library
Down and tried to make my way out of doors
That seemingly didn't exist anymore.
Perhaps never did. I was trapped amidst
Books that made no sense.
Still, I walked
Until I found my name in the 77th Billion
Book on the 648th Million tower and cried
A single tear drop that landed exactly
Atop my name, washing it away, but not
Washing me away as well.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2026-01-02 at 16:03
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