by Adrian Calhoun
In a world of darkness,
man cannot fear the inevitable.
As we gaze skyward,
grasping for goals we hung on stars
as children, only to find that the stars
have since burned out.
Challenging self not to give up,
striving to continue the struggle,
the heart must be strong enough to carry the weak body.
Always keeping the Faith,
for there is always Hope.
As Hope exists,
dreams live on, if only in the night sky.
Build your statues and monuments,
wasting millions that could feed children instead.
Forget to remember the dead who lies
buried beneath, but pause a moment
in honor for the sake of observation.
Never faced the fire,
only sending pawns into it.
Someday you'll burn.
I'll be there to watch,
and I won't bring the water.
Dark days come,
unsure of what's truth and what's paranoia,
the mind wanders off into deep places.
My wings are gone now.
Unable to soar with the eagles once more,
I quietly roam with the mindless sheep,
in pastures of concrete and neon lights.
The world is what i've made of it,
but it was their recipe.
Someday the sunshine shall return,
blinding them with it's radiance.
As the world burns to ash and embers,
i'll laugh at their painful cries.
Posted on 05/12/2009
Copyright © 2023 Adrian Calhoun
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/14/09 at 01:12 AM|
Indeed the Sonshine shall return to set the Earth straight. Until then my heart rejoices in the Hope of Heaven. (I will not laugh at others judgment regardless of how much it is deserved. Just thrilled that Christ made the way out of the madness and darkness of this world for all those who accept His atonement and His way.)
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/08/15 at 12:16 PM|
we complicate what really is simple. love. is the great facilitator. if the light in the world fades, if the world is in a terrible fix, it is because we lack love in spades and nix it at every turn.