upon the withering light that shines through the dark misty clouds
as the misty masses start to part bit by bit
a luminous light comes through
it slowly castigates down to where the fallen ones are
it allows the fallen ones to follow the right way through the twisty turns
of the almost never ending maze.
as the fallen ones wonder through the maze towards the end.
for what do you think awaits for them?
their other kindred souls, these kindred souls have been not only waiting for them
but also looking, protecting them giving them the sense of that they were never really alone in the first place.
giving them a sense of security, a sense that hope has not abandoned them.
they greet them with warmth, and kind smiles
showing them that they truly and doubtfully they care
with this warmth the fallen ones become hole and must lead the other to the light in which they bond to their other halves,
then they must resume the responsibility of leading not only the other to their other halves but to join them together to become hole.
you must wonder of why they happen so often
you might wonder why?
why?
do they loose their other halves?
or why they must loose their way?
is not so we can find ourselves? or how bout that we discover more then we wished
is it not wrong to go down the wrong path once in awhile?
I mean we are tempted by not only other
but we are tempted because being to good is too boring
YOU ARE READING
RANDOM POETRY I WROTE + some RANDOM rants
Poetryits basically some poetry I wrote for a last high school project, and some random rants here an there when I have writers block. some of its happy other times not so much I guess its how you people perceive it as, also im random
