Left to Wander
Alone they lust for attention and reason
or love
the fog of unenlightenment
never provides escape
conception begins the play... the sonnet
the songs of angles
the hopes of children
held onto by elders
the unacted scene... so human...
the unfinished poem and
the unplayed symphony
complete; only in departure
The human
Perfectly Placed in a Pleasant Paradise
unmade before them
poor planning poor choices poor parents
poverty presents unpleasantries in the plodding future
the only promise left: doubt
They are left to ponder
What do they ponder?
The hopes and fear of a thousand
generation's folk tales
and horror stories
Religions passed on
by book and by mouth
of money and what should
be done with it
One says there exists a plan
set forth in eternity
to immortalize the soul
and eternally uniting family
Scorned and mocked, he is
The abhorred
because this guidance
is intangible
So thousands of generations
driven by fear and greed
reach the final stanza
of their unwritten poem
Reach out for love
(The only surviving human trait
perpetuated against all odds)
upon their soap boxes of death
No one listens close enough
until they die
to know of the love
that flows under the surface of society
keeping the fragile balance
between chaos and stability
There will come a day
when the unfinished poem
will end
immortalized in records
and inspiring the next generation
to answer the same questions
why am I here
where did I come from
When will the unfinished poem end?
When we stop reaching for love.
