Sometime Ago

Sometime ago she existed,
trailing length of sky blue silk 
milky pearls and jasmine flowers
twinkling wrinkles around starry eyes,
as she humbly gazed up towards a
full and sensuous moon 
amidst the crumbling city walls,
the ever changing landscapes of
destruction and remorse,
sometime ago he existed,
folds of white linen 
perfectly creased pants and
sturdy mass boots fitting strong legs,
he stood raising towards the
almighty fiery sun,
taking the vows of a greater 
spirit and an honorable duty 
amidst the hurling arrows,
jabbing swords and
doubtless bullets,
sometime ago I understood 
what it meant to be a good person,
what to believe and how to behave,
but now I can no longer hear
the cry of my inner spirit,
the sound of the crashing waves,
the desolate sorrow of the 
greater good's longing,
I can't tell of whether 
nice or awful people,
can't speak words of hope
and expressions of gratitude,
can't see straight in the eye
of those blind who were once
able to see because I have
became a person who used to see 
but is now blind and deaf,
I don't know how to answer
the world anymore 
because I lost myself 
a long time ago,

But sometime ago
I existed.