Unsung Poetry: 1st Portal

Unsung Poetries

Hidden in a vast and wealthy kingdom
there laid a small village at the end of the woods.

And in this village,
live a hungry young lad,
a childless cook with his wife,
a woman heir to a throne with piles of riches,
and a widowed old man.

The young lad had no Mother,
And a slave of alcohol and smoke is his Father.
Poor, hungry, and young was thy nipper
But was still too innocent to bother.

The young lad went to the store of the childless cook next-door,
And sneak into the door for his stomach has nothing to bore.

"It's not for me
It's for my drunk old hungry father in the woods
A bit of food please
To bring my drunk old hungry father in the woods
Just a bit of food please"
Says the young lad.

The wife of the childless cook then gave the young lad some pastas and bread,
Her husband wasn't favor of it for he knows the young lad is a thief.
But "go and be careful on your way", said the wife as she lays back on her bed
The young lad smile back for he can now eat in just a brief.

As the young lad walk through the door
The childless cook then said to his wife
"Oh if only that was our child, I'd give him all the bread and pastas he wants"
The wife told his childless husband
"But we did give him anyway, for a moment we felt how it's like to ease the child's stomach cramps,
Imagine when we ease the crumble of the children for all of our lives".

The young lad went out of the store,
And just as he is about to walk home,
He was blinded by the rays of gold from the next house's core
It was the house of the woman—heir to throne.

"Good day Madame,
I was on my home when I was astonished by your glam,
Your face was as glorious as your palm,
If I were to live like this I could have been living in calm.

But too bad I'm not,
I'm just a poor, hungry, young lad whose tied in a knot,
I couldn't be someone I'm not"
Says the child.

The woman heir to a throne was indeed as glorious as her riches
But beneath this delight lies a void and emptiness
Her heart still longs for something, it was reckless.
And with a peculiar smile and rough voice, she says

"Truth was thy said upon me
And envy hath you felt,
But truth lies upon what's inside of every glory,
You can't be someone you are not, true,
But I too, can't make my heart feel something it won't be.

Look at the birds of the air;
they do not sow or reap
or store away in barns,
and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not much more valuable than they?"

The young lad didn't utter any word
For he realize something that is gold
But with a young mind, wisdom was still hold
With a bare heart, feelings were still cold.

And so the young lad walk pass the woman—heir to a throne
He wondered for wonders the glorious woman hone
And as he wander back home
He was then again chime in by the sunset of an old man's home
It was the widowed old man having coffee on his own.

"Why are alone
Having coffee on your own?
An old man who come in great age
Should have someone in an image".

The old man smiled at the young lad
And the young lad sat beside
As the sun sets below the clouds of pad
The old man gaze at him in glad

"I'm a widow, left by my love, young lad,
I have none by my side,
but I have my life to abide".

The young lad felt guilty of what he hath said
But a smile returned, he think could be an aid
And then he draw near the old man
And question inside his mind hath run.

"Old man you are now at a great age
I'm certain you're now free and hath gotten out of that cage
In spite of that fallen marriage
I know you had lived a full age
How do you live a life with such a hedge"
Says the young lad.

"A heart that’s broke, is a heart that's been loved,
Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us above,
And help us see we are worth so much more than were settling for.

Time has a way of fixing things,
Be patient for thy time heal every beings
It will all turn out the way it is meant to be."
Says the old man.

The young lad couldn't understand
For his heart and mind was both out of hand
With the eyes confused
But with his heart wide open
He listened thoroughly to something not heard often.

"We are only as blind as we want to be
We were blinded by the things were supposed to see
Just open your eyes and try to realize.
Open your eyes, look within
For it is the heart, not the eyes, that perceive the things that cannot be seen".

As the old man ended his word
There sets the sun
And there rises the moon
It is the time for the young lad
To came back home
And as he pass by,
He opened his eyes
With his heart wide open
Then, and only then
That he hath realized
Why the woman was rich but was still poor by heart,
Why the heart of the childless cook still lure for his wife in that mart,
What the old man has said
And why his path still lead
To the constant way back
Seeing people carry burdens of rock
But as he went back
He knew it wasn't just luck
He was sent back by the moon
To see the reality undeniably.