Warnings: this is super long
There is this strange old man
Who is always by my side
For years he has been watching
As I smiled and I cried
I don't know when he came
Or why he chooses to stay near
I don't know why I hate him
Or why he instills such fear
Some days he's just a midget
And it's easy to pretend
That I can't see him there
And his stalking's at an end
But somedays he is huge
And it's hard to just feel free
From all the horrid sadness
That he seems to bring to me
I try to ask him questions-
Who he is and where he's from
But he gives me this look
And still chooses to stay mum
Eventually I stopped
And just let the old man be
We both burdened the sadness-
I and him, forever we
Through the months and years
The man never aged a day
Though many seasons passed
Still he never went away
But I grew old and sick
And I'm lying here, alone
For who would ever visit
Such a poor and tired crone?
It's harder now to breathe
And my vision is quite bad
I feel I should be scared
But instead I'm only sad
I turn to the old man
As I try to clear my throat
Instead I am left coughing
As the man takes off his coat
He drapes it on my body
As I smile up at him
Although he smiles back
His expression's much more grim
"What is your name?" I croaked
Staring deep into his eyes
He opened up his mouth
As I stared in shocked surprise
"You know my name, good friend,
Do not play me for a fool."
He smirked at my reaction
Though the look did not seem cruel
"Every human knows
Who I am and what I cause-
Though you know me much more
Due to your supposed flaws.
I am the silent night
Just before you fall asleep.
The sound around a diver
Who is 40 meters deep.
I cannot be seen,
But still I am often found-
High up in the sky
Or more often underground.
Sometimes I bring pain,
But for others I'm relief;
Yet still I am more often
Just a product of one's grief.
I've been with you for ages-
Almost over 80 years.
We both saw together-
Everyone else disappears.
I wish someone had cared,
Even just for a short time.
I wish apathy
Was seen as a heinous crime.
I wish the world were kind
To those who cannot find their voice.
I wish the world were soft
To all who never had a choice.
I wish I wasn't here
Watching over as you pass.
I wish someone had seen
How you were a lovely lass.
But I wish most of all
That you'd never known my name.
I wish I'd never met
The quiet woman you became.
I broke your fighting spirit
And for that I hate myself-
But I think you should know
That you should not blame yourself.
You gave all you could
And they all just seemed to take.
No matter how you tried
All their smiles were still fake.
You won't see me again,
So I guess this is goodbye.
And somehow I feel
As though I might start to cry.
Know that you were loved,
Not by friends or family-
But by the little spirit
That you always had to see.
You were not the first
And you will not be the last.
Yet I will not forget
All the moments in our past."
I think he carried on
But I lost the strength to hear
Still his voice was nice
And it sounded so sincere
I quite soon lost all sense
Yet I wasn't sad or mad
For the first time with the man
I instead felt rather glad
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)