Of a day when
There would be peace
And harmony
Throughout the world.
I used to dream
That someday
There'd be no violence
No war
No hatred.
I used to hope
I used to imagine
We could put aside our differences
Even just for a day
I used to wait
For that day to come.
I used to expect
How can you live
With a hole in your heart
Or a chasm in your soul?
How can you go on
Waking up every morning
Looking in the mirror
Knowing that the healthy figure
You see
Is a deception?
How can you go
To the doctor every year
Knowing you've got a problem
He can never fix
With medications
And home remedies?
How can that doctor
I said three words
To a lost friend that day,
And when it was over
And we parted,
No more words came
To either of us.
I said three words
In my grief that day,
For she was long gone
Before she left me.
I knew our friendship
Would be no more,
For we were destined
To go our seperate ways
Before it even began.
Neither of us
The last real day,
The last time
I was able
To be myself.
The last day
Before the world changed
And became dark and cold.
Before everyone turned away
From everyone else
Trying to save themselves
From the evil
And the destruction.
The last real day,
The last time
I saw the sun,
The last real light
Way down,
Deep in the voids,
Deep in the darkness
She waits
Unseen,
Unheard,
Unnoticed.
Sitting in a room
Surrounded by black and white voids
Of silence
And darkness
And loneliness
And doubt.
Wishing this room
Was not a little piece
Of blue heaven
I can't forget the day I left
Her standing in the rain
With no one to take her home.
Her repeatedly calling my name
Is a sound I can still hear.
Her dripping hair is still a sight I see.
I can't forget the way I stared
Like a passerby,
Deciding whether or not to help
Until it was too late
And I was pulled away
By the cold, numb fingers
Of merciless destiny.
I imagine she can't forget
The day I left her standing in the rain
Without someone to take her home
There used to be two,
But now there's one.
One person
Alone
In this strange world.
One person
Who has no one
And no place to run to.
A person
Shivering in the cold
In a coat of rags and patches.
Rags are what's left
Of the old life
Because he lost everything
In the floods.
Patches sewn on
The linoleum tiles gleam today
With somebody's many tears.
I know not who is crying,
Yet I know it is not me.
Rush hour comes and the tears are covered
With dirt and other debris
By those who neither know nor care
Whose tears they trample.
The droplets of a soul
Blend with debris
Tracked by so many running feet.
Now, the feet are gone.
No more come to replace them.
It is night and there is silence
For an almost perfect moment.
Then, the figure stumbles into the building.
I say my final
Goodbye to you
On the road tonight.
It was sweet
For awhile,
But now
We're slowly
Drifting apart.
We used to be
Across the table,
But now
We're worlds away.
This distance
I dislike
And so
I say goodbye
I am living
Just as I've been living,
In a broken record.
The same stuff
Happens and happens and happens
Over and over and over
Again.
It just keeps
Skipping and skipping and skipping
For hours and hours and hours,
Days and days and days,
Years and years and years.
And alas,
I see no way out.
Every other life
I see around me
I am the one
Who grins and lies.
The truth I keep
Pent up inside.
Outside, I am
A piece of glass.
Hard edges,
Sharp edges;
They're not perfect.
But inside,
I'm a cloud.
Soft center,
Smooth edges.
The piece of glass
Which I show the world
Someday
I speak of dry bones,
Abandoned and forgotten.
Dead empty plains
Where nothing grows.
I speak of dry bones
And sunken cities.
Blank checks and wilted flowers.
People don't know
What life is anymore
Because all they know
Is poverty.
The way of being destitute
Is how they were taught
And so
They are only
A little more alive