Late Night Thoughts

A Poem (I Think)

A flower blooming softly.

A creek heard from afar. 

A door slamming loudly.

And blazing alarms.

A Quiet Moon beading down, To leave me feeling off.

One would never think, at such a ripe young age,

That months, even seconds would create such a haze.

One could never pinpoint the disconnect from it all,

Was it after everything He accomplished did he truly start to fall?

A disturbing image indeed, especially after what he was taught,

That it feels the things he needs to follow are all for naught.

Yet he'll fall asleep once more and wake whenever,

To drag two feet from slumber and brace any weather.

He'll look in the mirror, two tired eyes, and wonder what happened.

To the plans and dreams and hopes and loves that were never to be broken.

And he'll close the door and step outside and heave a heavy sigh,

And when others ask what is wrong he'll smile and say "I'm fine".

Yet not a special case is he at all,

For being human is to experience downfall.

And yet the disconnect occurs when it happens between, 

The ones who can get up again and the ones who aren't as keen.

But do not fret if one is not as powerful,

To believe in themselves and be unstoppable.

For you are not a special case at all,

There are ones around to help you up once you fall. 

Blazing alarms once again!

The comforting thought, where had it been?

Yet again the same old dream,

That what he is experiencing would be relieved. 

And looking at the aging palms, the changing skin and tired eyes,

He'll swallow back the lump in his throat, and repeat the mantra "I'm fine".