Listen to the Laughter

A poem...

I wake up to the sound of laughter,

-and a light that’s shining

-ever shining, on all the things we’re after.

 

There’s a song on the radio,

-as if they already know,

That I need music to feed my soul.

And let me see, that what I need,

-is hiding out there, somewhere

Even in this world of greed.

 

And there’s a child crying,

-hiding from a world he thinks is dying,

And I say to him, if you just pretend,

Then you’ll make it real.

Sing it out, with a soulful shout,

-let your heart truly feel,

There’s no reason to cry,

-no reason to cry when the world’s life

is waiting inside.

 

There was a man

-with scars on his hands

From trying to hold back the pains of this land.

But there’s life inside,

-there’s life inside, if only we could understand.

That we are the world.

 

I wake up to the sound of laughter,

-and I realize its because I’ve been asleep.

And that all the things I’ve been after,

-are inside me, buried deep.

 

I want to wake up to this world.

I want to wake up to this life.

I want to take it all,

-the pain, the strife,

I want to hear the call,

-I want to gain something from this knife,

I thought was cutting me.

I want to use it to cut myself free.

 

Don’t cry child,

-don’t try to hold back the pain,

with your own two hands.

Live love wild,

-there’s music playing for us,

but we have to listen,

to learn.

Learn to understand.

 

So let’s laugh, when we awake.

Let’s take, all we can take.

Let’s make our own music.

Before the silence comes, and we lose it.

Author's Note

So this is a totally free end, no attention paid to style, kind of poem. I just let the words come out like I felt they wanted to. Its all over the place, and I know that. But I think it was meant to be. Not sure. Its very raw, so let me know what you think. I may go back later and do something else with this.

Reviews

[RachelReaper]

this was so beautiful, I love the last line, it just keeps playing over and over again in my head.

[Southern Cross]

"Let’s make our own music.
Before the silence comes, and we lose it." I feel we do have to make the most of our own lives. To do otherwise is self defeating and can lead to depression. I'm not suggesting we run around with a fool's grin each and every day. Life isn't all roses and has its thorns but the sharp thorns only hold up the beauty of the flower. Like the positive in this it's uplifting.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it ^^ I have to throw some uplifting ones in the mix, keeps things balanced. I don't like being all "Woe to me!" and I can't grin about everything, so my poems tend to flip like a pancake.

[Lunette Lariz]

I honestly had goose bumps while and after reading this poem. Wow. :)
Just to make sure, do you mean Jesus Christ in the words "man with scars on his hands"? Well, He's the one I thought about first. This is wow, just wow. :)