A poem about how one feels about the world |
Once upon a time, There was a void inside of me. I traveled through its emptiness, To dark to even see. Then one day, I bent down To lay my hand upon the ground, And grass sprung from below my fingertips And a world grew all around. My own place, where I was loved With people who would talk to me The most wonderful place for a lonely soul, A harmonic scenery. But outside this world is another place, Where people struggle to see This wonderful place full of happiness, This world inside of me. Its at times like these I travel there, On my mountain I call home. Where I stare into the deep blue sky That curves slightly like a dome. Its here that I refuse to cry, Its here I wish others would see That there is hope in every void, And it made a world inside of me. I tried to explain it best I could, But people don't understand. They lost the definition of happiness, Inside, their void expands. Alone and on a mission, I start carefully to explain, "My friends, you must please listen, There is no need for all this pain, For once upon a time, Like you, I had a void inside of me And I traveled through its emptiness, To dark to even see. Then one day, I bent down, I laid my hand upon the ground, And grass sprung from below my fingertips And a world grew all around..." |