Omen of Reverence

Sick of the eternal darkness

Taking over day,

I go down this long avenue

Walking in the shadows.

 

Cursing this eclipse

That takes the light away,

I seek a place of refuge,

Peace and sanctity.

 

As I continue to wander

I pray that I will see

A light in the sky

A signal of hope for me.

 

The distance looks bleak,

Nothing like what I seek,

As terror takes place

On the side of this street

 

Many others wandering,

Stumbling through the darkness

But in no way succeeding

As they keep on falling.

 

All these people around me

Succumbing to the urges

To give up all sense of hope

And abandon everything readily

 

I wonder why this has to happen,

Why they have to fall,

As I keep on waiting

For the light of the sun for all.

 

Sirens can be heard

Coming from the distance,

A crying call

For a form of peace and order.

 

No one comes to help,

Nothing comes to relieve

All these people crying

Out on the street.

 

Familiar faces linger

Waiting for the sun to dawn

For the perpetual darkness to lift

So that they no longer morn

 

I clutch at this pain

Now inside my chest.

This shouldn’t have to happen

They shouldn’t have to suffer at all.

 

Then I finally see it

A sign to end it all

To make the nightmare fade

An answer to the call.

 

A small light in the distance

Glows for all to see,

But so easily missed

When everyone’s head is down

 

This time won’t last forever

Light will illuminate the dawn.

This is preparation for the future,

An Omen of Reverence

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Sacrifice

A man wearing a gold watch

Keeps trying to move on

In his journey of life,

But he can’t.

His watch

Keeps getting in the way,

And he doesn’t want it

Damaged or broken.

He cares about it

So much,

And won’t take it off.

It’s the last thing of value

That he has left.

 

He doesn’t want

To let it go,

He doesn’t want

To cast it aside.

But as long as he has it

It will continue being

In his way.

 

He stares at the path ahead,

Of what he’ll have to do

To reach his goal.

He can’t keep the watch

Even though he wants to.

 

He makes a decision

And takes off the watch

He throws it to the side

And walks

Down the path

Before him.

The watch shatters

On the ground

No longer of any value

To anyone.

 

A little boy with a balloon

Is having fun at a fair.

He grips the balloon tightly,

Never wanting to let it go.

 

He goes on a ride,

Still holding the balloon,

And is lifted

High in the air.

The boy is scared,

Fearing for his life

Fearing for what might happen.

He needs to hold on,

Hold on with both hands,

But can only use one

With his balloon

In the other.

 

He doesn’t want

To let it go

Doesn’t want

To lose his balloon,

But he lets it go,

And grips on to the ride

Tightly with both hands.

The balloon floats away

Rising into the air,

Fading into the distance

Forever out of reach.

 

Ten years later,

The man who threw away

His watch,

His most valuable possession,

Now has a family

With two children,

Lives in a large house

And drives a car

Of his dreams.

He now has many watches

To replace the one

He gave up.

 

He now has more

Of value to him

Than ever before.

 

The boy who let go

Of his balloon

Is now all grown up.

He’s thinking about the day

He let go

Of the balloon

As he walks out

To his car

On his way to work.

On his windscreen

He finds an old wrinkled balloon

The same colour as the one

That he let go.

Next to it

Is a whole pack

Of balloons

All the same colour.

 

He smiles.

He can now give them

To his daughter,

And give her

Something to treasure

And play with.

 

Sometimes in our life

We need to let go

Of what we hold dear.

But someday it comes back

Or we get

So much more.

Sometimes to progress

We just need

To

 

 

Let

 

 

 

Go.

World at Peace

A world feels

Finally at peace.

No longer in turmoil,

As all the wars cease.

 

A fresh breeze blows

Carrying no scent of despair.

Nothing can be heard

Except the birds in the air.

 

Fires burn out,

Soldiers put their guns down.

The people rejoice,

Jubilation across town.

The evil dictator

Finally lost his crown,

His reign of terror ended,

The ground going from black to brown.

 

But he lays waiting,

Ready to end this peace

And to make the death toll

Steadily increase.

Wanting to plunge the world

Into turmoil once more,

As he takes back his crown

And settles the score.