He took me away
Thursday, September 28, 2006
It is like a quagmire;
the trap life has set upon him,
as he struggled with his sanity,
amidst the reasoning that he can never be well.
Yet bravely he shoulders on,
he knows his body can fall but never his soul.
"No way." No way.
He can never understand life's cruelty.
Nor its blindness in inflicting a child,
with reality so faraway from fantasy.
Perhaps though when everyone falls,
he can and will be the one standing.
Yet late in the night,
when everyone has returned to the shelters of the cushions,
he stares into the blankness of the sky.
Tears cloud his vision and shake his thoughts.
Tears harden his self and chases him away,
from the life he always wanted to have.
However, tears, signify not the drowning of this child;
rather, the belated awakening of the soul,
and arises the man from within.
That night, like any other night,
the demon came and took him away.
To a life of desires and wastes,
a path he nearly strayed into.
Yes, yes.
He can see it.
"That night he took me away,
was the night I remembered.
That life has plans for me I never know,
and plans so great,
not any man can do."
Yes, yes.
This is it.
Resignation.
Understanding.
That life is temporary, precious and always,
always,
cruel.
But never does hope fall,
'cause the future belongs to those,
who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
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