Moony alone
A child in a room of sadness, alone he weeps in sorrow. Comfort is a dream and would be the greatest gift of all to him. The residing tone of the inner delight is nothing compared to a fountain of dread, in fact it is even darker. The hummingbird is replaced by a mocking bird. It mocks at the sentiment of the child that just sits there and weeps. A child in existence, he is a baby with the social community. Little interaction abilities have been able to be incorporated into his soul and he remains the vivid shadow of a cheerful soul. What more can a child as for but comfort? I guess there would be toys and lots of fun and games. However, nothing is more precious than care and attention given by a loved one. You may have the pleasures of the 7 seas and the riches of the whole world, but it would not compare to the love of a mother or the friendship of a best buddy.
This child sits and weeps because he is alone and has no comfort. No soul is out there to give him a smile or to lift him up from his sorrow. It is too deep that people are scared they would fall into it and never be able to climb back up. But have you ever thought of this little child in that deep crevice? He is trapped down there and is trying to climb up through the trecherous and uncharted cliffs of his life, but he is always slipping on the steep and slick walls. He needs you to lend a rope, even if a little he could collect them slowly and make one long enough for him to climb back up on his own. If only one would give him but a little bit of attention, he would be relieved for the moment and those are the moments that he seeks to cherish all his life.
A wish for wisdom is for those who have attained the greatest delights of life. This boy has limitless wisdom at his fingertips but he bares no delight. All his knowledge is turned to waste without anyone to hear his words, without anyone to share his opinions. He feels as if a paper thrown into the river where only savages tear it apart. But his river is far from habitable, it is abandoned and starved of it's use of any kind, leaving it empty and meaningless that not even the trash of society would want to pick up its scraps.
The lonely heart always seeks the hearts of many, though it still cannot fit in without the acceptance from the crowd that he seeks to join. The child cries as he seeks his regime of companions and group of friends that he can join on adventures and play games with like other children do. Without any fun in his life, he learns only of the desolate pain of loneliness that turns him into a heartless animation of life. He projects no feelings for others to see because there has never been any point of letting out when nobody is around to listen.
He is just trying to fit it, but he couldn't. He lives in sorrow, remiscing on the past losses and joyless detours of fate. He is alone.
1 comment:
hey... penguin here. one thing though, you're not the only lonely person in this god forsaken world. sorry about the word 'god' in here but i too am alone and we shall be alone together hehe.don't misinterpret that sentence ya.
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