Otto=ottO
11th September 2003, 11:35 PM
Little something for school, about 500 words. It was a free write on a picture we got to chose from. Mine is two guys sitting on a train, both "reading" something, although their minds seem elsewhere. I'm also in Gr. 9 if you're wondering.
Behind the Visage
Inner Turmoil is never the same
Although it’s always hard
Self-Conflict has many to claim
With it’s ever deepening shards
As the last train pulls in, a drab few board it. Each has a story to tell, getting sadder with the next. Though how one might say sad is, is in the mind of the beholder. What may seem terrible could be change for a better future. It all depends how it’s taken. That’s why the most mysterious thinking is done in such a negative place, the last train.
One man may look fine, but looks can be deceiving. He had found out this morning that there would be no more work for him. Not only had he be a productive member of the team for twenty years, holding the same job with the same salary, they had to make it worse. Someone he had hired was kicking him out! Quickly sent into a spiralling depression, he set out for a drink. Spending his last paycheck in one day, he was quickly drunk. Only when a friend caught him did he head for the station. That’s when he woke up.
His mind suddenly cleared of the darkening shroud. In his childhood he remembered how promising he seemed. He got great grades all through out school. Though he didn’t take his scholarship. He spent too much time thinking over what to do. Not having the money to go to university without a scholarship, he entered straight into the workforce. At first he sent in radical ideas that helped the company get out of a minor debt. His boss took the credit. Afraid of being fired, he never got the nerve to speak up. After that, he slowed down. He became one with the background, just another sheep in the flock. Now that he’s been pushed out of line, left for the wolves, he’s no sure what to do next. Pondering over suicide, he new that wouldn’t be enough. Transforming to his youth, he soon thought of more ideas. He then realized how smart he really was. He decided to denounce his former employer. Quickly, his mind was in full gear working a Metre a millisecond.
Another, gruffer looking man sat near by. He had had a late doctor’s appointment. What his report showed, he didn’t like. It showed he had an abnormally high blood pressure. He knew why. He looked up from the paper he was glancing through and sighed. He felt the irregular bumps of the train and thought of the similarly unique heartbeat. Taking in his hand a locket, he felt it’s warmth. It held an official seal. He was a Judge. A good Judge at that and he didn’t want to quit. Even though he was well over sixty, he knew he would die doing what he loved. He accepted it like a man. Hurting all he’s loved. His mind was as gruff as he looks and just as stubborn.
After two hours the train pulled to it’s last stop. Those only seen are our two friends departing. One, after a depressing loss now filled with hope, walked briskly away. The other one shuffling along, knowing quietly what’s going to happen. Both had suffered, both had though, only one will die. With that, the conductor blew out his lamp and was none the wiser.
We’re held by Depression
And it’s all we accept
A new kind of oppression
All caught in the Net.
Behind the Visage
Inner Turmoil is never the same
Although it’s always hard
Self-Conflict has many to claim
With it’s ever deepening shards
As the last train pulls in, a drab few board it. Each has a story to tell, getting sadder with the next. Though how one might say sad is, is in the mind of the beholder. What may seem terrible could be change for a better future. It all depends how it’s taken. That’s why the most mysterious thinking is done in such a negative place, the last train.
One man may look fine, but looks can be deceiving. He had found out this morning that there would be no more work for him. Not only had he be a productive member of the team for twenty years, holding the same job with the same salary, they had to make it worse. Someone he had hired was kicking him out! Quickly sent into a spiralling depression, he set out for a drink. Spending his last paycheck in one day, he was quickly drunk. Only when a friend caught him did he head for the station. That’s when he woke up.
His mind suddenly cleared of the darkening shroud. In his childhood he remembered how promising he seemed. He got great grades all through out school. Though he didn’t take his scholarship. He spent too much time thinking over what to do. Not having the money to go to university without a scholarship, he entered straight into the workforce. At first he sent in radical ideas that helped the company get out of a minor debt. His boss took the credit. Afraid of being fired, he never got the nerve to speak up. After that, he slowed down. He became one with the background, just another sheep in the flock. Now that he’s been pushed out of line, left for the wolves, he’s no sure what to do next. Pondering over suicide, he new that wouldn’t be enough. Transforming to his youth, he soon thought of more ideas. He then realized how smart he really was. He decided to denounce his former employer. Quickly, his mind was in full gear working a Metre a millisecond.
Another, gruffer looking man sat near by. He had had a late doctor’s appointment. What his report showed, he didn’t like. It showed he had an abnormally high blood pressure. He knew why. He looked up from the paper he was glancing through and sighed. He felt the irregular bumps of the train and thought of the similarly unique heartbeat. Taking in his hand a locket, he felt it’s warmth. It held an official seal. He was a Judge. A good Judge at that and he didn’t want to quit. Even though he was well over sixty, he knew he would die doing what he loved. He accepted it like a man. Hurting all he’s loved. His mind was as gruff as he looks and just as stubborn.
After two hours the train pulled to it’s last stop. Those only seen are our two friends departing. One, after a depressing loss now filled with hope, walked briskly away. The other one shuffling along, knowing quietly what’s going to happen. Both had suffered, both had though, only one will die. With that, the conductor blew out his lamp and was none the wiser.
We’re held by Depression
And it’s all we accept
A new kind of oppression
All caught in the Net.