There are countless things,
On the solid ground,
That make the world
Worth living.
There are countless
Rumors and weights in the world,
That also create
Denial for all things alive.
Though the light may shine,
Through all of the closed doors,
The doors are still closed,
Making smaller portions of light,
Hardly visible.
The ones who can still see,
Hold onto the exit
To open the door to happier things.
Smiles are tossed
For the random to catch.
The caught ones,
Begin to throw more
In the distant direction.
Laughter, dancing and songs
Fill the sweet whispering wind,
Carrying out a reach even farther.
Joyful cries are heard in the distantance;
They carry through the dark.
Though the blackness consumes
The sounds can always be heard.
Anger and frustation pull on the guilty consious
As the sound grows louder.
Walk free with the ones that sing.
Chains still have a tight grasp.
Burdens weigh down the chains.
The breakable become even more defeated as they look toward the light
Seen as the golden eye in the far corner.
With a final glance
The chains break the fragile line
Holding the ground solid.
As Earth crumbles down and down
The golden eye reflects the feeling of peace; the inner balance needed.
"Wishing for Light," is wishing to be or make the small warmths and joys some people might not have the luxury to have. If one goes away but notices the small joy the others in the world are trying to give, the one might feel better than they did. One can sit in the dark and be alone until the end gathers them. Before they go, let them not sit in the dark alone.
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Wishing for the Unforeseen
PoetryNo matter what's thought, poetry makes people think and thinking does something. It creates new horizons for anybody who just listens to the fluttering wings of thoughts. The thumping, and the feeling of the amazing. The wondrous flight of the new w...
