"Am I Here?"
How can this be?
I don't know what I feel.
The world around me is falling apart,
How does one know what is real?
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"The Black"
As I look down
All the ground seems to crumble
But where my feet stand
holds true, and does not fall.
I reach out to those dear to me
but they are just out of reach.
I watch them fall into despair
until all that is left,
is that black expanse.
I say a prayer wishing hope for them
and the wind tries to knock me over.
I look at the black,
and it looks so welcoming.
So here on this pillar,
built of a crumbling peace
I stand and wait,
wishing to glimpse
hope once more.
After waiting for what seems days
I stand up straight and tall,
I spread my arms to catch the wind.
Then I let the wind carry me,
but the wind dies
and I'm still on the pillar.
I wish to see hope
a hope that would cut
though that black
which has swallowed
all I that I hold dear.
I continued to stand
waiting for hope
A few sparkles
fade in and out sight.
I hear messages of those that fell
and I send my reply.
Some say things that make me feel
I keep their hope alive.
As my eyes adjust to the dark,
I see, I'm not alone.
L call to the others I see
and they call back to me.
Then I hear the frighten cry
of one who already fell.
I and the friends that I see,
call out.
The friends I see are able to help
but the answers to me
are few and far between.
And now I continue to stand
listening for silent replies.
A few found their way out of despair
other, stop calling out
leaving me alone.
The friends I see
seem to raise above me.
The hope I found
Came from the expanse.
A hope of the end.
My pillar of crumbling peace
was now sinking
as it left me.
This day I awoke
to nothing
Nothing but a pen
I began to write
as I filled the void
it faded away.
The friends I saw,
I could see once more.
As I look
at the friends I see
There is one that is there,
that has fell.
Yet this person is looking at me
to my face,
and calls from below,
I say yet another pray for peace.
[[[to be continued]]]
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