poetry

The opaque surges of water drew back,
As the decaying circle of brightness begins to disappear into the darkness,
Yellowing, dim street lights turn on,
To light the black, ever silencing streets.
People begin to scurry home,
As if they are hiding frmo the beginning of a new day.
Eyes begin to close,
as the mind begins to wonder into places we've never been.
Our entire body knows not of what is going on while the mind begins to fade.
Another meaningless day passes.

The once, fully illuminated sky,
Suddenly seems very opaque and desolate.
Severing all ties with the unknown realms.
Delicate creatures that once knew how good life was,
Along with everything else that comes with breathing,
Suddenly seems to fade away.
The porcelain figures that seemes to just brush past you
during the early morning fog,
Seem nothing now, but as a beautiful dream.
And now as the blazing sun sets,
These once delicate creatures,
Look only as though they are becoming the darkness.

As the ever-intensifying morning glow begins to ascend,
A new day is brought forth,
A new breath is taken, as eyes begin to flutter.
The restless mind begins to wonder once more,
And the motionless body begins to function.
Beautiful, clear blue skies begin to appear,
As the birds begin to sing a unique tune,
Objects, animals and people and nature
Begin to live yet again.
The ever-silencing peacefulness is a recurring dream,
That one doesn't want to end,
As the new day begins to pass,
Darkness begins to take over,
With thoughts of what another day may bring forth.

Dark, mysterious impressionable thoughts awake
the sleepy, almost non-existent mind.
Innocence that was once lurking,
Is now replace by an irreverisble state of being.
Innocence is not lost,
Only to be fashioned once again with an
Agonizing sensation of free and total control.
Yet again, total freedom and control begins to
become boring.
Friends, family, everything seems to drift far away.
Away and out of your reach.
Depression finally begins to totally devour you,
As you slowly start to fall deeper and deeper ino the hole,
The bright light that once shone,
Seems to never re-appear.
Making you yearn and silently scream for complete
brightness that will never end or descend into
the background again.

Imagine being completely shut off from all other forms of life.
No one knows you, no one cares for you.
When someone asks for help, you offer.
But you can't be heard, you are only a voice,
Carried off and drowned out by a sign of a
person being distraught.
You want to meet new people,
or Rekindle relationships with people you once knew.
But you know you can't, It's only a thought.
You walk around hoping, you will be seen or heard.
Deep inside a voice tells you to give up.
You are all alone.

Feelings of despair and fustration
Begin to set in.
Thoughts of happiness and contentment
Quickly disappear.
Mixed feelings easily takeover,
Causing confusion and madness.
Unknowing feats of emotions
Battle deep inside of you,
Making you change your train of thought, quite frequently.
There's absolutely nothing you can do,
Only try and deal, quietly with
No one around to help you.

An endless wound, shattering the whole of me,
Keeps me awake,
Keeps me watching,
Listening to the crying voices inside,
Pondering different choices,
Breaking ever so quickly now,
Breaking into thousands of pieces,
Just like a porcelain doll....

Being enclosed in a completely dark room,
No light ever enters or begins to create a new day.
Not one person stops by to see you, they don't know you.
You are completely alone.
Everyday life is carried on without you.
You re not needed.
no sounds, or cold breezes dare to enter this room.
Voices are nothing but a great dream.
You feel neglected.

Are we all living on this earth to please others.
To have to constantly worry about what people think.
Why do we hve to care about;
What we wear, or how we act, eat and
Perhaps about how we look,
Can't we all just accept life as it is given.
Why do we have to please someone or something.
What makes them any better than us?
Should be be able to judge them for judging us?

Dead Angels are all around us.
They used to be so full of life.
What happened to these lost souls?
How did they die?
Are they happy where they are now?
Why do they seem so sad?
And why do the other Angels seem so happy and proud?
Did the other angels desever to die?
What did they do to be condemned to the other world?
We can never bring them back now,
It's too late,
What did they do to deserve to die?
Was it worth their while?
Did they do anything at all....