Not Just Me...

Over time, I've watched with weary eyes,

and read the crying words of all around me.

I've seen depressed faces with depressed eyes,

all going through a crisis the mind throws at them.

 

I have my own,

I still trudge through the mud and sand,

I cut through the branches,

and brave the piercing wind.

 

Others do the same.

They walk over a field of pins and needles,

the hail falls and hits their head,

and the sleeping smell of sorrow affects them.

 

I curse myself for being so selfish.

All this time, I've focused on my own problems,

ignoring everybody else's, and finding the solution

to my own.

 

I look with open eyes, only to realize,

that it's not just me going through darkness.

Everyone else is trapped by despair,

being swallowed by the black hole of surrender.

 

But what am I to do?

I cannot reach them as God would with his Son.

I do not have the power to appear before them,

and console them in their time of need.

 

I can only do the only human thing I can do.

From now on, all my friends will be in my prayers,

and I will donate my change into the fountain.

for your wishes to come true.

 

I will try to brighten your day,

with the words I sew upon this quilt.

You have been the glue that held me together,

and now I wish to keep you together.

 

I may be a stranger to you all, but I only wish

you all a fine life, as fine as the grandest wine.

I tip my hat to you, and I will do my best

to keep the thunderstorm clouds and thorny fields,

away from your enriched souls.

 

I wish you a good life.

Have a merry day.

Reviews

This dear poet, is brilliance, as you are in the first two stanza's so very social, and in the third, I find the juxtaposition, you punish yourself almost for being so egoistic, this dark/light contradictions and emblems of words well woven are high on my preferences. I loved this piece, it's well structured and really felt.

E.L.