Reality

A poem i wrote a while ago, hope you enjoy

Isn’t it strange that so many of us walk alone in the Darkness?

Listening to the cries and screams from all around us,

Adding our own.

Isn’t is strange that if we reached out we might find we are not so alone?

That there are others with us.

Others that have been there.

That are there.

That know the way back.

How is it that some see light within that chasm?

Upon that treacherous path into bleakness

Where all that keeps madness away is the fleeting touch of another’s hand upon your own…

Is it that they are truly lost?

These creatures…

These men…

So filled with pain that the crystalline lattice of love burns their eyes even as it calls to their soul,

These fallen angels,

Broken upon the back of an uncaring world,

Lured by the call of a greater darkness,

Longing to return to the light.

Why don’t they turn from their path?

Turn and follow the same broken trail back from their pain.

Why do they cover their own light

Blind themselves to the host that comes to protect them,

Is it that the world is truly so dark and weary

That those that have been lost are no longer remembered by those that are found

Or is it that the lost don’t want to be found?

Don’t want to be returned to the light?

What treasure could the darkness hold?

Or have they merely blinded themselves to reality…

Wanting the pain which has so long bound their wings to vanish

To depart more quickly than that return,

Than that climb from despair would take…

Do they really know what it is to come out of the forest?

To see the light of day reflecting from their resculpted wings?

The pain of that place shapes us…

Changes us…

Makes us stronger…

The scars of the journey give us new form…

New strength…

The strength to show others the way…

To fly to places that the untried will never understand…

Never see…

There is a poetry in the evil that lives in that place…

A whisper in the darkness,

That has to be experienced to be understood…

A call within the soul…

A rebellion…

That is needed to leave the pain,

To take new flight.

I do not know what lives within that darkness…

Though it has brushed past me time and time again

Scaled and hardened with the evils of the world…

With the reality of it…

I do not know why so many of us walk alone in the darkness

Walk alone in the pain

But sometimes even I must travel apart from my comrades

From my winged angels… trying to find meaning in that chasm

Rediscovering what I found so long ago…

Making my own way back into the light that is not our reality…

But something beyond it…

Something more meaningful…

Something more real…

So many walk alone in the darkness…

I pray that they too may make the journey safely home…

Reviews

[Beth Elaina]

That was amazing. I read many lines two or three times, not because they were hard to understand per se, but because I wanted their full meaning to sink in. This is beautifully honet and obviously heartfelt, born of experience and empathy. That's the best kind of writing.

[Shawn Drake]

Wow...just...wow. Free verse at its finest.

It is said that truth is beauty and beauty is truth. This is just further proof to attest to that theory. Keep this coming, and I'll keep reading!