What Has Begun, Will Surely End

poetry

Sometimes the only thing that bind us together is the pain

There are days where the sun seems to just fade away

And the rain will never cease to stop, the faint haze of gray

We often wonder why these things happen,

But the answers seem to drift even further

Though we may push on with the intent of caring

Our bodies remain a host of all things not sane

They write stories, songs, and even poems about us

We are labeled by them and often shunned

What truly scares them is what they can't understand

The children without hope or plans

Though the sun shines upon our backs,

We do not feel it's warmth

Pushing on is something we do,

But everything comes to an end

We get lost among our dreams and goals,

Forgetting what once made us whole

Until one day the sun refuses to shine

And that is where we draw the final line

On a hill they may place

A cross with no face,

A silent ceremony may happen,

But they could never imagine

The words, the pain, the knives, the guns

The liquor and the drugs