TEOM2000

The Epic of Marcus
Part I
April, 2000

Marcus was alone, it seemed
He'd been this way for years,
Each one like the next filled with
Endless streams of tears.
The day's routine; exactly that,
Nothing different came.
Monotony took helo of him;
Bound him in its chains.
He strived for purpose; needed answers;
Wished for something more.
Constantly with arms stretched towards
The Heavens, he'd implore.
"My life has been a humble one.
I've asked no man for gift.
To find my own, I spend my time
In what I see, and sift"
Each time, though he pleaded so,
No answer was forthcoming.
Realization battled him,
His feelings, unbecoming.
Acceptance took its grasp on him
Extinguishing the fire.
Eventually, all had dulled,
Including his desire.
A servant of the will that drove him,
Divine , as it were,
Never felt he that to him
These things should e'er occur.
The morning's work, so grueling,
The sweat atop the pain.
Still, fiurtheron he pushed himself
Unbeknownst to gain.
The night, an ever twisted dream
Of hollowed out despair.
Visions, thoughts, and memories
Seemingly unfair.
The day arose along with him.
He pushed the cloth aside
He swung his leadened feet until
They finally cleared the side.
The sun crept in, just like a thief
Stealing from the night.
Upon his floor the shadows scurried
Wrapped within their fright.
The morning meal, the same taste down
His throat crept eerily.
Afterwards, he set to work
However, wearily.
The sun shone in the sky just like
A fire raging fiercely.
Each ray of sunlight seemingly
Was mercilessly piercing.

The Professor awaits your comments here.

All our lives we feel that what we have done has been truly worthwhile and deserving of something. In the end, we fail to realize how we have affected others along our life's journey. Once we see this, we see the whole picture. Following, you will find the first part of an epic poem still in the works. Marcus is a hard working farmer who has known nothing but that his entire life. He is religious and has put all of his faith in God. He has never asked anything more than what he truly needed. I hope you enjoy it.

The sweat began to build upon
His furrowed, twisted brow.
His legs grew weaker in the heat.
His hands slipped from the plow.
To his knees, the ground rushed forth
Calling next his head.
The darkness took a hold of him,
The hunger being fed.
He grappled with imagination,
The struggle, great and long.
He felt that deep inside of him
Something must be wrong.
Darkness then surrounded him,
Lost within his mind.
The walls of fear grew closer with
No exit could he find.
Silence, all his ears could hear;
The torment of the quiet.
The thought of death began to creep,
As he fought to deny it.
The images began to fly.
His eyes began to dart.
Anxiety began to tear
His very sould apart.
Abruptly, all he saw was gone,
Thrusting him from sleep.
Slowly, light stole back from dark,
And he began to weep.
He closed his eyes; began to think
Of things past in his life.
Remembering the path he chose;
Wondering of the strife.
Across his shoulders felt he gentle
Pressure from above.
He turned his head and eyes met his
Filled with tender love.

~ The Professor