Poetry Collection

The Mission II

Deep inside the oblivion of the mind, lie these vast, blackened caves,
sensed by the senseless, seen by those stung in the eye and carried by the waves.
It's a world of chaos, and just when they think there's nothing else, they wash ashore,
humbled by the clashing water, they take in the vast ocean like it's something they wore.
For if they cry, they know the sea would only slurp their tears and knock them over,
as though they're a weightless pawn in the position of a master joker.

Standing there on the shore, they've no choice but to follow life up the winding road,
where the mountain peaked, the crows gathered and the skies snowed.
You see lightning often strikes by surprise,
and one of these people is bound to learn,
so then you fell down the chasm of the mountain, being none of the others' concern.
They looked down and laughed, while you couldn't even move to reply,
lowering a ladder, they gloated as they saw you struggling to crawl by.

Rarely, someone'd come by, shouting they know exactly how to help by bluff,
when you tried to explain, they threw a rope that wasn't by far long enough.
Gaining your strength down here you learned that no one'd help you by default however,
realizing one will always have to make due in life,
you sowed the ropes together.
You took your grit and threw it all up there, where they stood watching,
and it was no use throwing your hopes around all you wanted, until someone learned fetching.

It was one person, holding the rope, looking down curiously, said they'd hold tight,
so you jumped onto that rope, climbing to that person, but then they weren't all right.
After a while they'd complain about having to hold on, about it being too much,
so you looked at this cavewall, putting your feet where it would carry such.
They kept insisting they carried your weight and were tired, but never asked about you,
and when they did let go, you had the cavewall to hold onto, but they decided what's true.

When you finally reached the surface, you told them they should go, but they disagreed,
telling you they'd been there for you all this time, and you dropped them indeed.
Climbing out of that pit you brought something with you, something that scared them,
because you weren't going to follow blindly,
now you could see the center of his stem.
You wondered what is your stem, who are you as a human being and how to get back,
back from the time I was alienated, ran in circles with panic, from the cave so black.

When I returned to my family, they didn't recognize me anymore,
they said I was better before, that my stem should never have blossomed in it's core.
I knew that they've had their own mountain path to cover, but they don't see past;
past the lightning bolt, plunging me right into darkness, and they have no idea what will last.
They tell me I'm strange and hold me tight tapping into my inner cavity,
then I recall the cave inside me, remembering this ever recurring cry; 'where is my family?'