From inside his cell
He broods and plans his escape
The child you once were
He broods and plans his escape
The child you once were
Once upon a long ago, there was a boy. Brought into a world he did not understand because of a choice he did not make. Early childhood for him meant lots of drugs. He was constantly sick. He even knew the names of the antibiotics he was taking. Memorized after countless doses. He didn't make very many friends. The ones he did manage to make, he cherished greatly. When you have very little, you appreciate the little you have. He struggled through it all until his teens.
His illnesses faded, he became more socially capable. His childhood, or lack there of, behind him. He started to dream. Of his future, of what could potentially be. No, to him it was what would be. A child in the guise of an adolescent. Delusions of grandeur abound. Years pass, certain dreams had to be abandoned. Each year caused the death of another aspiration. Yet he remained hopeful. He told himself he had to be. His father died before he'd seen a fifth of a century. The world's cold reality shattered his protective bubble. Then he met her.
She made him feel good about everything. He was just happy, simply thinking about her. More years pass. She lets him know she wants offspring. Two sons are produced. Worthy of carrying his name. His father's name. The third child kills her. He never forgives his daughter for a choice she never made. Better it end this way than with resentment in one's heart. Because love fades, it's not forever. But he can't see that. His daughter grows up to hate him because of it. Despite it all she maintains a good relationship with her brothers.
His children no longer children, they move out on their own. He begins to get sick again. This time he has trouble remembering the names of the antibiotics. At times he forgets where he is or how he got there. But he still remembers her and how she made him feel. On his last day in this world he visits her resting place. He can't speak, so he just stands there. Staring at the cold stone slab. That night he lies down in his bed one last time. He thinks of his father. He thinks of the world he knew. He thinks of her. And then he thinks no more. A child, quicker born, quicker bred, quicker dead.
His illnesses faded, he became more socially capable. His childhood, or lack there of, behind him. He started to dream. Of his future, of what could potentially be. No, to him it was what would be. A child in the guise of an adolescent. Delusions of grandeur abound. Years pass, certain dreams had to be abandoned. Each year caused the death of another aspiration. Yet he remained hopeful. He told himself he had to be. His father died before he'd seen a fifth of a century. The world's cold reality shattered his protective bubble. Then he met her.
She made him feel good about everything. He was just happy, simply thinking about her. More years pass. She lets him know she wants offspring. Two sons are produced. Worthy of carrying his name. His father's name. The third child kills her. He never forgives his daughter for a choice she never made. Better it end this way than with resentment in one's heart. Because love fades, it's not forever. But he can't see that. His daughter grows up to hate him because of it. Despite it all she maintains a good relationship with her brothers.
His children no longer children, they move out on their own. He begins to get sick again. This time he has trouble remembering the names of the antibiotics. At times he forgets where he is or how he got there. But he still remembers her and how she made him feel. On his last day in this world he visits her resting place. He can't speak, so he just stands there. Staring at the cold stone slab. That night he lies down in his bed one last time. He thinks of his father. He thinks of the world he knew. He thinks of her. And then he thinks no more. A child, quicker born, quicker bred, quicker dead.
A play in three acts
Only there is no encore
All the world's a stage
Only there is no encore
All the world's a stage
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