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Severed - Poem

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There's no light in his eyes,
From lack of tears they've gone dry.
His smile has long disappeared,
Since he fell to what he feared,
And the name he once knew can't be said,
Because he says that man is dead;
A new soul has been born,
From the death of the forlorn.
His youthful arrogance,
Has been lost from his stance,
His innocence was lost,
Individually was quashed.
Is there any fight left?
His skin's as pale as death,
Like all the blood has drained away;
His voice shakes in dismay,
At the beating in his chest,
He can't believe there's a person left.
Why must he be the man he once was,
And fight against this immovable force.
It's embeded into his body and brain,
To the core of his soul, the implants ingrained.
And he glares past the face that he once knew,
The mirror is there, but he looks right through,
Because he can't bare to see what's been done,
He wishes to the gods that he could just run,
From the shadow of self that still remains,
Why must he pretend that he's not gone insane?
The scars on the surface are nothing compared,
To the damage within, the collective has shared.
How can they understand, like they know how he feels,
When the universe is gone, replaced by the surreal.
The nightmare has ended, but he cannot awake,
He doesn't want to know what's truly at stake,
Through it all, could the real him survive?
There no trace of the man in those lifeless eyes...
I had a dream last night... about the Borg.
Surprisingly it wasn't one of those creepy trying-to-get-off-a-ship-being-assimilated or Away-mission-to-a-cube-that-goes-horribly-wrong dreams, this one was different, a lot more unimatrix zero... If it was crossed with LOST.

But anyway, not that I know who he was supposed to be, this was based on one of the liberated drones that I knew from somewhere before his assimilation. (I refrained from going into the severed limbs and physical pain of assimilation... it's too early in the morning for that, right now)
So, yeah, if it doesn't make sense that's why... It was a really hazy dream, but some parts are really clear in my mind.
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Merizzz's avatar
WOW thirty-six lines all in rhymes! You're really talented. I liked that you mentioned his eyes in both the first and the last line, it grabbed my attention to the beginning again. Really excellent poem.