In The Demon's Head #184: Cast Away
March 19, 2014
Don't adjust your screens. It is a second edition of "In The Demon's Head" in as many days. I failed at posting the new piece on Monday and held off until Tuesday. The great thing about this is that you now get two pieces back to back. You can't beat that right? That's enough BS, so let's get this show on the road and take a look at today's picture.
March 19, 2014
Don't adjust your screens. It is a second edition of "In The Demon's Head" in as many days. I failed at posting the new piece on Monday and held off until Tuesday. The great thing about this is that you now get two pieces back to back. You can't beat that right? That's enough BS, so let's get this show on the road and take a look at today's picture.
Cast Away
We sat out months ago,
When we left,
We thought that it could be smooth sailing,
However,
Shortly after setting out,
We ran into a storm,
At first,
It seemed like any other storm,
Sail carefully,
You'll make it through,
That's what they taught me,
But it wasn't far into this storm,
I knew this was different,
I saw the sea split,
Not very far in front of me,
I was scared,
But it happened so fast,
The wind caught us,
And we drifted,
Into the openness,
We fell,
And around,
And around we rolled,
Finally,
We reached the bottom,
Then it began to rain again,
And almost as if on cue,
The ocean was under us again,
And we were sailing,
As if nothing had happened,
As the days passed,
I wrote in my journal,
The men that were on board,
Were noticeably different,
They acted different,
I began to notice,
That some of the men,
Were disappearing,
One by one,
Finally,
There were three men,
Including me,
Two more jumped,
And before the last could I stopped him,
And asked,
"What led you to this fate?"
"We're not in our world anymore,
The bottom of that hole,
Took us somewhere,
It looks the same,
But we can feel it,
It's different,
Somehow,"
That was it,
He jumped,
The next few days were lonely,
But I sailed,
And I found land,
But not what I expected,
I sailed into a port,
Not open land,
When I left,
It was 1734,
Where I stand now,
The people have branched out,
And I see technology I've never seen,
I've asked,
They say that it's 2014,
I don't believe it,
But the look that they give me,
Tells me that they do,
I finish out this last page in my journal,
My men were correct,
This wasn't our world,
And how we got here,
Is beyond me,
But I won't stay here,
This is my last goodbye,
Seeing the little bit that I've seen,
I really hope this isn't our future,
I can feel the world,
Caving in around me,
And I'm sure,
That if this future is ours,
It's not a bright one.
Afterward
This piece took a different turn then I had envisioned when I first thought it out. However, compared to this original direction, I like what you see before you much better. I hope that you enjoy it and I'd love to see your comments. Share them below, or on any faucet of Social Media.
Be sure to check out the Library and pick up your copy of anything that is available. If you haven't gotten it yet, sign up to the mailing list and get a coupon code for a free copy of "Blackout" from Smashwords. It's that simple. You can also join me on the social media channel of your choice. To do that click here. Last but not least, if you enjoyed this post please share this using the tools at the top or bottom of the post.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
We sat out months ago,
When we left,
We thought that it could be smooth sailing,
However,
Shortly after setting out,
We ran into a storm,
At first,
It seemed like any other storm,
Sail carefully,
You'll make it through,
That's what they taught me,
But it wasn't far into this storm,
I knew this was different,
I saw the sea split,
Not very far in front of me,
I was scared,
But it happened so fast,
The wind caught us,
And we drifted,
Into the openness,
We fell,
And around,
And around we rolled,
Finally,
We reached the bottom,
Then it began to rain again,
And almost as if on cue,
The ocean was under us again,
And we were sailing,
As if nothing had happened,
As the days passed,
I wrote in my journal,
The men that were on board,
Were noticeably different,
They acted different,
I began to notice,
That some of the men,
Were disappearing,
One by one,
Finally,
There were three men,
Including me,
Two more jumped,
And before the last could I stopped him,
And asked,
"What led you to this fate?"
"We're not in our world anymore,
The bottom of that hole,
Took us somewhere,
It looks the same,
But we can feel it,
It's different,
Somehow,"
That was it,
He jumped,
The next few days were lonely,
But I sailed,
And I found land,
But not what I expected,
I sailed into a port,
Not open land,
When I left,
It was 1734,
Where I stand now,
The people have branched out,
And I see technology I've never seen,
I've asked,
They say that it's 2014,
I don't believe it,
But the look that they give me,
Tells me that they do,
I finish out this last page in my journal,
My men were correct,
This wasn't our world,
And how we got here,
Is beyond me,
But I won't stay here,
This is my last goodbye,
Seeing the little bit that I've seen,
I really hope this isn't our future,
I can feel the world,
Caving in around me,
And I'm sure,
That if this future is ours,
It's not a bright one.
Afterward
This piece took a different turn then I had envisioned when I first thought it out. However, compared to this original direction, I like what you see before you much better. I hope that you enjoy it and I'd love to see your comments. Share them below, or on any faucet of Social Media.
Be sure to check out the Library and pick up your copy of anything that is available. If you haven't gotten it yet, sign up to the mailing list and get a coupon code for a free copy of "Blackout" from Smashwords. It's that simple. You can also join me on the social media channel of your choice. To do that click here. Last but not least, if you enjoyed this post please share this using the tools at the top or bottom of the post.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.