To the World

A poem that I wrote a while back as a letter explaining my point of view.

Have you seen a world without hate?

Filled with no or sorrow for my fate

The long blinded road separated the golden gate

Have I been so far away from life without no date?

I’ve never saw the sky rise above

The world soaring above high, that little white dove

That flew across fields of empty shadows of pain

The few, the proud, who tossed away and never gained…

Peace and light, the brightness is shown to the blind

The never-ending fields, the past was never to unwind

To  release means to keep track of sorrows in rows

And the bright colored hope that was never borrowed

Did you ever see the light escape tragic thought?

Do you remember the seas tranquil over the ones who fought?

The fulfilness of nothing enters the state of dead

And the bleak blind light shadows away into its bed

The wistfulness of a tragic loss can never come back

Maybe to reach forth in time, turn loose and time to react

The clock that tick tocks telling of one’s bleakness

The never ending battle which goes on to prove weakness

If forever was for never, and if the never ever gets there

There will always be a barrier for stars never to be made bare