Man kneeling in the shadows of his own doubt.
Crying out to those who pretend to listen.
"Why?! Why must things be this way?!"
He waits for a reply,
but none is given
just dead silence and blank stares.
He cries out again, and again
hoping for someone to listen.
Out of fit of rage he stands and screams
in the face of a shadowed figure.
"WHY?! WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN TO MY CRIES?!"
Still no answer
only a stoic stare.
He screams to the heavens, holding his hands out
"WHY IS NO ONE LISTENING TO ME?! WHY WILL NO ONE ANSWER ME?!"
But this time a voice echoes throughout.
"I have always listened to your cries of help,
It is you who hasn't listened to me."
Startled the man clams
"What should I do?"
The soothing sound of the voice echoes once again.
"Open your heart, and listen to my words,
follow my path and you'll be guided to peace."
Author notes
I feel as if i'm the man, but have not found my voice just yet... maybe I need to listen more.
Written October 27th, 2004
A contest entry
- Tired Soul by Despairkitty.
300 points, ended November 22, 2004, 31 entries
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yes, I didn't really give the voice a certin person... I left it open to the reader. I like let the reader decide how they want the poem to be. Thanks for the comment.
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See I like to think of the poem not as god speaking, but of the finally realizing that he always had himself the whole time. Anyways, that is just my spin on it. Thats why I love poetry like this, because the reader can make of it whatever he or she wishes. Great write though. I feel like he does in dreams sometimes. I can never make people listen there hmmm...
Thanks so much for entering my contest
Despair
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oh wow.... that is so impactful... you can take that so many different ways.. the voice can be yourself, God, anything... Makes me think of God....... someone i've taken for granted........ thanks for the write.. awesome job...
~Ashae
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