Thoughts and Things

Love

Darkness everywhere

That was all he could see

Nothingness is what he felt

When he tried to grab out and reach

 

For someone, something, anything

That could possibly grant him peace

From the demons the played with his head

Whether he was awake or asleep

 

Life had no meaning

Because he wasn’t really alive

Instead he was drifting, existing

With barely enough energy to survive

 

Every day was a struggle

Every day was a fight

Hardly awake in the morning

No rest at night

 

Company was non-existent

He longed for solace in his grief

Not a soul heard his silent cries

Or his fading heartbeat

 

Isolation became his haven

Though human beings were sometimes around

He never really “fit in”

They always did shut him out

 

He saw no purpose for his life

He was devoid of dreams and goals

Giving up was his wonderful solution

Why not murder his already dead soul?

 

As he prepared himself for a happy end

To the pain he had endured for quite sometime

He felt a Presence hold him back

Whispering, “Please don’t die”

 

This Force to him was unknown

This Being he did not recognize

Yet It gave his heart an inkling of hope

And the possibility of a beautiful life

 

This Presence nursed him back to health

It supplied all of his needs

It worked on mending his broken life

Until he was fully healed

 

He had fully recovered

When the Being changed to its true state

“Full of power, full of beauty” he thought

As he looked upon Its newly found face

 

Soon enough he recognized

This being that had eased his plight

It was none other than the greatest power, Love

It had granted him true life