• rebeljones777 5w

    Awakening Thoughts

    As I lie awake here
    in a state of pain and
    Sweating profusely from an overthinking anxiety ridden brain,
    a loud thought within begins saying "The greats never die
    they just become what they love
    the most
    as they are soaked
    into whatever
    their passions had been."

    This internal voice that speaks
    to me continues...

    "The poet becomes a poem that
    lasts for eternity in words
    never again placed in such
    a beautifully perfect way,
    The musician becomes a song
    only heard upon the celestial realms,
    oh so heavenly.
    The painter becomes a sight of perfection,
    A Divine paint splattered creation
    of beauty spread across a star clustered universe."

    As my minds eye drifts amidst
    a new plane of thought,
    it's different here,
    like a Birdseye view of the
    entire world we live,
    it's a humbling thought that
    puts me back in my place
    as a small minute piece of this happening called life,
    suddenly this pain I feel
    does not seem that great.

    These awakening thoughts
    that bleed wisdom
    upon my loose-leaf
    will travel through time and space
    as they are remembered not
    from a single poem written
    or thought by a
    singular human being
    but as words that have purpose
    to bring about
    some sort of needed change
    in this human experience,
    or experiment
    it's hard say these days.

    It feels as if we're tested daily
    in a game of maybe,
    Maybe some will starve this day,
    but worry not some will eat.
    Maybe some will freeze this night
    but worry not within your warmth as you sleep.

    A child cries for its mother who's dampened in red out in the cold heartless street as she
    bleeds and she bleeds until her heart no longer beats,
    So maybe that crying child puts on the same shoes from mothers feet or maybe that child will defy statistics and not accept such defeat.

    and yet another
    random thought drifts on by,
    but stops briefly to conversate,
    asking me "Have you ever?"
    Have I ever what?
    and then the thought just
    disappeared into the dark.