Post by Sheila Widdershins on Feb 21, 2007 13:29:47 GMT -1
The invisible people (0. The Fool)
Sometimes the blackness is really dark
and none see what’s beyond, ahead
they walk through their guides without thought
follow their own illusions…
their own ways to finding pain
and joining all of those who remain…
The invisible, who weep without a tear
and never voice any fear…
they exist not for you, or anyone
they exist in themselves alone…
they’ve known all you have,
and they’ve seen all you have…
they’ve plunged deeper than anyone else
and through all their blood and tears
they know no regret, no remorse…
their lives are whole, in themselves alone
they have the memories you seek…
you might mistake their silence as weakness
but in truth it is not their world that’s bleak…
watching like hungry shadows, but never they touch
never reaching out for glory, for so much as a moment
but they always give all they have
so they remain alone, with all they own
safely in your keep…
they hand out their open hearts
to all who pass, and let you read
the legacies imprinted in their depth
they have the true Strength…
they are the fools who always trust
and gain more love and hurt at once…
they’ve known innocence and returned to it
knowing who and what they are:
the people you stare through, the
invisible people, with all the world’s scars…
Sometimes the blackness is really dark
and none see what’s beyond, ahead
they walk through their guides without thought
follow their own illusions…
their own ways to finding pain
and joining all of those who remain…
The invisible, who weep without a tear
and never voice any fear…
they exist not for you, or anyone
they exist in themselves alone…
they’ve known all you have,
and they’ve seen all you have…
they’ve plunged deeper than anyone else
and through all their blood and tears
they know no regret, no remorse…
their lives are whole, in themselves alone
they have the memories you seek…
you might mistake their silence as weakness
but in truth it is not their world that’s bleak…
watching like hungry shadows, but never they touch
never reaching out for glory, for so much as a moment
but they always give all they have
so they remain alone, with all they own
safely in your keep…
they hand out their open hearts
to all who pass, and let you read
the legacies imprinted in their depth
they have the true Strength…
they are the fools who always trust
and gain more love and hurt at once…
they’ve known innocence and returned to it
knowing who and what they are:
the people you stare through, the
invisible people, with all the world’s scars…
October 10, 2006
