-Inability and Wrong-
The things I have done to live this thing we call life.
The many tortures I have overcame in order to be one with the world.
And the one person who stood there and possibly laughed
Or watched in utter horror as I stepped into the light
The light that was to show my inability and wrongs.
It was all unclear on how his mind really worked
As his gears of happiness collide with those of depression and exhaustion.
And he always looked upon my grievances as mere complaints
As I cry for help in the pit of darkness.
Forever did the echo of my sobs resound across the plains of despair
As he listened from afar, probably feeling grave pity for my execution.
And yet he stood with his pride as his guard
Making it the one protector of his heart and his life.
I never laughed at his insignificance
Until the day that he allowed himself to be open for the kill.
When he took advantage of himself in order to please the world
Yet unknowingly enough, took the wrong direction
And made himself the tease.
The people who never loved him from the beginning
Took many the opportunities to entertain themselves with the joy of
knowing
That the clown was the man with the pride towards the sky.
With this unbearable feeling I stepped out of the light
And allowed him to suffer for the days that I had to absorb the warmth
As well as the looks of the many bystanders who would never see again
The wrong of a human being in such an illumination.
It was wrong for me to allow such a punishment
Be upon the one man who probably didn’t laugh at my insignificance.
And as he gathered his bearings from the ground
In which the beatings of his soul took place,
The dust on his raggedy battered clothing was easily brushed away
And the look in his eyes were the same.
The conclusion that he survived all that I have been through was clear.
I was never considering myself weak.
I knew deep in myself that he learned for himself
And therefore, took no words to express such feelings,
Instead he telepathically informs me that I was actually right
About the many lights and eyes that gazed upon my stupidity.
That maybe for once the ridicule I had absorbed was exaggerated
From my standpoint, and now that he had absorbed the evil
He could make his own proper decisions on life.
And many days after his departure
From the embarrassment of a lifetime, or
The enlightenment of his day,
His feelings were ultimately exposed for my eyes to see
But not in the eye of the ridiculous criticizers of the way of life.
And his feelings were almost numbing to my soul
As I recalled the days of horror and hatred towards him and my peers.
Through all of the cruel society which has claimed the lives of my
inner self,
I find myself with inner peace, and with that I always pray for the
day
When he will reach the peace that he requires to live in this world
Under the light of inability and wrongs.
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