Good Bye With The Most Saddest Eyes...A Poem by KyrosutraMy encounter with a homeless man..."The end is nigh" Read the homeless beggar's sign. Face hardened and weather beaten. Skin tanned by the sun in the sky. With nothing but a cup and that message. I assume the man wanted some change. As countless people walk past him. Thinking him to be dirty and half crazed Out of pity I approach him. With loose change ready in hand. How can a man live like this? I thought too myself.. this poor man. I drop a dollar in his cup,.. for him?. No... that's a lie. To create superficial happiness and self satisfaction. That would be the real reason why. I look at the man, and read the sign. "To what do you mean, The end is nigh?" "Good-bye" is all he simply replied. Looking of defeat, from the most saddest eyes. Good-bye... I gave him a look... and went on about my day. Feeling good about myself, and my charity... I must say. It wasn't until the evening, that I gave him another thought. Lying in bed recounting my day. I had almost forgot. Good bye... Like a whisper it rocked me too sleep. Good bye... As I drifted, counting countless sheep. So, there I was standing on the edge of eternity. While the whole world was transfixed, on it's own sense of modernity. Oblivious to the onset, of a ever growing danger. Though amidst the chaos stood the begging homeless stranger. With the most saddest eyes, Though they shown with a heavenly light. But not bright enough to deter the people, from there self destructing plight. Good bye... As people walked by him oblivious to his wisdom. Good bye... As more souls are chained and enslaved, to a self-defeating type system. Vanity, Gluttony, Jealousy and Lust. I must help him save the world. Help spread the word I must. I jump into a sea of the lost. Fighting to make my way to this "Oracle" To add my voice too his. Perhaps bring it's volume to the rhetorical. Pushing and inching my way threw the crowd. Resisting the urge to "go with the flow" And with it my soul effectively drowned. When I finally reached him. The poor man lay dead. I hold the mans head. And the sky turns red. Suddenly, the world turns to a state of panic and emergency. To late they turn to goodness, doomed from a lack of urgency. Like my panicked heartbeat, I can hear it growing faster. The hopeless cries of despair, and the drums humanity's disaster. Good bye... I awoke feeling scared, and with tremendous amount of anxiety. What I had just dreamt, must be a vision of the future undeniably. I dressed,.. and left. To see the beggar from yesterday. To ask and to heed, what the man might have to say. I stepped off the subway, pushing my way through the crowd. Noticing the looks on the people before me. Ignorant and Proud. I made my way to street level and ran. All the way to the feet of a homeless dead man. I couldn't believe it... was I still asleep? My eyes saddened greatly as I started to weep. I let out a sigh. Picked up his sign and placed his cup before me. "The end is nigh" A man out of pity came walking across the street. With a bounce in his step, like pride was in his feet. He drops a dollar in my cup. I look at him defeated...with the most saddened eyes. He asks "whats the deal with the sign?" "Good-bye" is all I simply replied... And The Sky Turns Red... © 2012 Kyrosutra |
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1 Review Added on January 31, 2012 Last Updated on January 31, 2012 AuthorKyrosutraSt.Catharines, Ontario, CanadaAboutIntroverted... I enjoy expressing my thought via writing and rhyming... I'm looking to improve my skills and perhaps meet people of like mind. more..Writing
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