|Poem of the past and things to come
||[Jul. 21st, 2005|05:20 am]
As I sit in this empty house and look at the belongings I have, my memories haunt me. I see broken glass and shattered plates and toys that have lost thier springs. Old clothes and shoes of a child that has grown up in a house that was to stingy on things of this world. An then I remember a time when this child has forced to be a man. Thrown into a frenzy of foriegn people that hardly wanted to help this poor child. He sat and waited for the the help that never came to him. Slowly he began to wonder why no one would help him, then he realized that his clothes had worn thin and to small for his body. He was then grown up and had to learn to deal with things on his own with no help from anyone. He began to realize why the world was so cruel to him and wanted to change it, but what could only one voice do in a crowd of many, to only make a dent and mabey some good in this already corrupt world. Then he had a last desprait idea that was to not try and save the world but to find someone like him that wanted to help. A light glimmered in the darkness and he had thought that he had finally found that someone, but he could not reach the light and it was taken into the darkness again. He keeped running after that light, but no matter how long he tried to reach the sorce it seemed to always be out of his grasp. So he then proceded onword to find a new light, but always knowing that the dwindeling kught was still there in the darkness telling him to try harder, that one day he may finally reach another and help save it from this hatered world.
So now as I recount this story I try to remember all the lights that I have tried to save. I have but only a few, yet the story still remains. I haven't found my light and I keep serching for the one that will in turn bring me out of the darkness. I still sit in this empty house and wonder how long will I struggle unitl I can finally say that I have done some good in this world. But alass, I have fallen ill to the coruption of this hatred in my heart. I would only sit in my house and no longer want to help those that seek my guidence. I have become the voice of this corrupt world that I have hated, I sit back and laugh at all the good that I have tried to accomplish.
From this point on, will I try to fight the good fight, or will I sit and laugh at those that come after me that want to help this poor world. I still wish to be that child, the one that was told what to do and who he was going to grow up to be. At least then I would have a destination on what to
To all of you that can relate to this, it sadens me to think about how many of us there truley are in this world. It would make living so much nicer if we all could come to uderstand about all this. But the one true fact that I have come to learn is this, Nothing easy is ever worth doing". If we all try harder to accoplish a common goal, we may just be able to save this corrupt world from destroying itself.
"When all you are taught is hatred, how can you expect to know what love is"