Deep Calls to Deep

INTRO: This is a late night ramble disguised as a poem...There's really not much I can say about it because I can't exactly remember. So many things were running through my head, and it doesn't flow very well for the most part. I can't even say what the initiator of this was either. But, maybe you'll enjoy it anyway...




DEEP CALLS TO DEEP


Uselessness, that comes with avoidance.
Have you ever felt a deep tare in your soul?
If you’ve never felt it, be grateful.
I would not wish it on anyone.
The plague of sadness, preventing tears.
It is nothing but emptiness.
Numb and void of all feeling.
The ripping of your spirit heart.
An invisible bleeding of consciousness.
Even thoughts wilt to ash.
That constant breathing of ones essence.
Gone.

Can a being ever return from such a mighty blow?
The veiled dying of a soul.
Not all wounds heal. Not completely.
It leaves a scar to show it almost won.
Forever marked by a memory.
The pain will subside, until you look upon it.
A flash from whence it came befalls you.
You remember, and once again, you will forget.
For a little while.

Turning into the past can be deadly.
Forgetting can be destructive.
You do not want to forget, no.
Not completely. Trust me.
But, do not regret what has happened.
Do not live in moments past.

Has it defeated you? No!
Be thankful you are still breathing.
Others are not so lucky.
Though, do not weep for them.
Our mentors they have been.
They have taught us what not to do.
Remember them.
Do not forsake their fallen souls.
Show them their actions were not in vain.
Live on.

Who but we, are to carry their legacy?
No other will tell their tale.
They know not of these feelings.
We should not let their memories die.
Giving in is not an option.

We are what is to come.
One day our strength will be taught.
As their actions have taught us strength.
This power will become their pace.
No hardship is ever in vain.

There is always a calm before the storm.
Remember this.
It always returns from whence it came.

Time is a sphere.
From which things have come.
Again they shall return.
Their past, is also our present.
Our now, will become their future.

Nothing has yet to be seen.
The Earth knows, and she laughs at us.
Fallacy is nothing but.
Truth is always sincere.
It is, or it isn’t, there is no middle ground.
Yes should be your answer.
If not.
Let it be no.
Maybe is a liar, this we realize.
Even if the other refuses to say it is so.

What is to tire?
To be finished, done, or to rest and start again?
The mind finds no rest.
I shall start again.
The ramblings of this interior.
You would never know by the exterior.
Thoughts of joy or sadness, are not always seen.

What is, is not always what it seems.
What seems to be, is not always so.
Ramblings? You decide.
I myself do not know.
These words are born from feelings.
Feeling of what? Who’s to say?
You Decide, as I have told you.
So go.