The Wanderer

Picture this if you may Clear your mind and think of nothing Image a world void of all light Just an endless winding path Picture a little boy walking down this path Feeling so alone as if he had not a single friend in the world Not soul to be found No sun to warm his heart No flowers to brighten his day Just an inky pitch-blackness This boy has walked this path for to long He cannot remember what the bright light looks like anymore He has forgotten how to smile How to laugh and in joy life And he has been scared to deep to remember love With all the problems on the world on his back He wonders, aimlessly through the world he knows so well For the nothingness has taken over To help everyone has been his dream But this came at the greatest cost A cost he had never seen coming And now he will never see the light again Cursed to walk alone forever alone When he feels that he can sleep The walls fall and the tears run as if from an endless spring And only when he stands up again With new false hopes and false dreams Does he ever gain control Cursed with the choices he made Never to see the light of happiness and of love May the many others of the world never feel his pain For this boy has given it all up for them He will travel with the darkness for all time Just so no other soul may have to live in it He wonders guiding souls out of the darkness to the light he has forgotten For the pain that is so stronger And stronger it will get Till the time when it takes his life The pain... It is a pain so unbearable Yet he cannot life with out it It is all he knows and all he can understand about himself To those who read this final letter May you give a pray for this little boy when you think of him For he can't help himself Forced to live all the pain in the world he wonders Out of your life and into memory Think good of him and light a candle if you can For maybe it will be your light that will finally lead him home Home to a world of happiness and joy Just maybe one day he can smile before he fades away In memory of the wonderer. May his pain never be felt by others. And may the light he gives you never die. Give luck to him. And bye to me. For I must wonderer on. In memory of the wonderer.Sorry this one drags on a bit. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 03:00 AM PST   0 • 1