Sunday, November 14, 2004

Walking, Walking...

Walking, Walking...
The darkness creeps around me,
I can see the path, but just barely,
I follow it, follow it...
The sun is completely down,
The moon is nowhere in sight,
I can barely see where I’m going,
It’s like I’m in a tunnel,
The weight around me is immense,
The air is wet and heavy,
My breath is struggled,
It is completely dark now,
I am alone, alone...
The path is no longer visible,
I continue on through the darkness,
But nothing, absolutely nothing...
The darkness creeps in around me,
I want to move on, but I can’t,
The air is so thick,
The path is gone along with all light,
Slower, Slower...
I can hardly move,
I struggle with the darkness,
The fear is in my stomach,
The breath caught in my throat,
I fall, falling, falling...
I reach out, but again, nothing,
There is nothing there for me,
Nothing to grab a hold of for support,
I am alone and frightened,
I don’t know what to do,
The darkness is overwhelming,
I wish for something, anything,
But still, I am falling,
I don’t know when I will reach the bottom,
I wish for it, but I am afraid of it,
I want this feeling to stop,
But I am afraid of the outcome,
The consequences I will face,
The others will laugh at me for being scared,
But what do they know?
They weren’t there,
They didn’t reach out,
Where were they?
They certainly weren’t there for me,
Why do I care about them,
They laugh, laughter...

No, make it stop,
I know they don’t matter,
But I care, it’s human nature,
Help me, I don’t want it to be important,
But it is, society has burned that into me,
To care about them, but why?
What have they done for me?
No, I don’t want them,
I refuse, let the bottom come,
I will face it with courage,
Let it come, I am ready,
The darkness is lifting,
But wait, I am no longer falling,
The path begins to show beneath my feet,
The stability has returned,
I have overcome the corruption,
Never again will I let them get to me,
They mean nothing,
I am my own person,
Let them laugh,
I will walk by with my head held high,
Walking, Walking...

Peace,
Justin