1/22/19

Silence,
I look up at the darken sky and all I hear is silence.
People move around me, shouting nonsense yet I can't seem to find my voice.
I soon find myself along a busy street. Cars race around me as if there's no tomorrow. I continue on nervously.
The temperature is dropping. How did I get way out here? Perhaps it would help to call someone.
But then I remember.
The alone will stay alone for it is the way things should be.
These are things they do not understand.
To hold life and feel as if you have the world in your hands.
Everything for once, seems okay.
Those are things you can not possibly understand.
Tomorrow is not guaranteed.
So look now. Hold life in your hands. Then perhaps you'll understand one day. Life unfortunately, is never guaranteed.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of some type of mystical experience. The anxiety of the first part of the poem is replaced in a moment by a deep realization. Everything is alright now, just the way it is. Tomorrow may not come, but that's the way it is. It's all OK now.