a rather long poem but it shows a part of me most don't know... |
This is a call 2 all those in constant torment Whose rl self is dormant Hidden deep within Those whose hearts r cold Because this world is cold... Whose very soul is frozen Because this world turns a cold shoulder, blinded By what they desire, they 4get That other humans r around them Those close 2 breaking Hands r shaking ♥'s broken Won't b awoken Given up belief In everything but sorrow & waking up 4 the next 2morro... Seems more like a pain... Then the gift every1 says it's suppose 2 b Hope is lost Feelings lost & living seems like... nothing more then slow suicide. Feel like u'r driftin' Storm ain't liftin' & Pain & Agony r the only friends u kno Feels like the end, no more glo Luck's gone Picked up and left Another blood-stained dawn Fells like no more then theft... Of what u used 2 kno U kno....b4 people became a foe Feels like u'r on ur own Completely unknown But u'r not! There's more like u... Just reach out 4 help.... & I'll b there 2 help u Maybe not in person But my spirit will find u & help u on ur way Even tho we've never met I kno what u'r goin' thro Think there's no healing No more feeling... But I'm reaching 4 u Thro this page and every other Because no 1 knos me but paper & thro these pages I let my spirit free Free....2 help others like me Free 2 help the Trees & the Crying Echos & the Lost, Lonely Echos The Trees... Watching the world go by Just swirling with it Because they think they can't change anything They feel they have no voice They're misunderstood Crowded out by all the other plants & forcing their way thro stones But no 1 notices them.... So they try 2 stay safe In their own little world Safe is something valuable here & something not ez-ily found Somehow....somehow reality always gets in Thro the smallest of cracks in the bark... & no 1 sees the tru beauty in the Tree Because every1 is 2 busy Looking at the forest it grows in The Ghosts Not 2 b seen Not 2 n heard Nor touched 4 All things pass thro them... Or so they all tell themselves The feel nothing No caring emotion & no corrosion So they eat away at them Thinking they feel nothing.... Pain moves right thro them They tell themselves as the Ghost floats about.... Aimlessly....Endlessly....Restlessly.... Searching 4 some1... Any1....who cares 2 notice them 2 help them...but help never comes... But perhaps...the saddest of all R those Cold...Lost Echos... Those of which were formally human But now r changed beyond knowing... Twisted and Bent....Distorted... & now they sound like the cries... The cries of wounded animals Yes....cries which drift 4ever but... But no 1 seems 2 hear them Well...not until they r stopped so coldly....suddenly Then we realize they were & now r not... Then we all seem... 2 care about these Lost Echos Which used 2 drift thro cold people who Who now suddenly care... All at once, 2 l8... People who watch with blind eyes As people die 4 no reason With no sympathy Then tell every1 they love life Meanwhile they send others 2 die People...who didn't care b4 Now...now suddenly think their life Is of some value... Y? Y, people who change like waves of water? Y, People who watch innocents suffer? Y is it u care now? Y...r they valuable now? Because they're not here? Y!? ANSWER! Answer me, heartless...cold world Full of people who think Life has no value until it's gone! Answer me....hawks which prey on weak Until now...when the weak r gone... Then they think themselves saints...nuns.... They didn't cause anything, they'll say Y....y do we treat people like... Like Echos and Ghosts and Trees? But then they r human.... Only once something happens.... When the Tree is cut down.... The Ghost moves on... & the Echos finally fade...2 nothing.... Y should they suddenly b Precious 2 us now? Is it because, only once gone.... Do we realize they were there? Or we finally realize They WERE human beings... But y...did we treat them... So inhuman b4? Ignored them...so cruelly... When all a Tree is looking 4 Is a way 2 reach the sun... All a Ghost wants is some1 Who cares 2 c them... & all an Echo wants Is an ear 2 confide in, A way 2 b heard above the clamor Of everyday life.... All they want..... Is a Treasured Friend.... 2 help them find their way So, all u so called “Civilized human beings” Think a while.... About the lives u've caused.... 2 end. The Trees u've cut With no remorse The Ghosts u've perished Without a second thought The Echos u've silenced.... Without even giving them a chance... 2 speak with a tru ♥ Once u do this.... Then tell me how “Civil” u think The human race is... & I will prove u wrong... Because some1 has 2. & 2 all those Trees and Ghosts and Echos Don't let these beasts... Who claim 2 b better Kill u...because I 2... Was an Echo & I was no more... Then a faint Whisper... When finally some1 heard me & I realized then that I Was never alone & neither r u Just because no 1 there cares Doesn't mean someone else u may not kno Doesn't either If nothing else... U've got me there... I'll always care 4 those like me & I'll never 4get Where I started from How I started No matter where I go & how far I go... I will always b No more then a Tree & I will watch over u No matter how close 2 the sun I get So if u ever feel alone & I know sometimes u do Just read this poem & remember I'm here & even if my body leaves My soul will live on & I will keep watching All those like me So this is my call 2 all the Ghosts and Trees and Echos So they never fade away...like I almost did. |