The Lost Soul: Part I & II (1-10-04)

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In the absolute darkness
Of a constructed reality,
They wander aimlessly through life.
Trapped. Blinded. All by their closed minds.

Their essence lays within them,
Frozen by their bleak, desolate lives.
Lives forged by the others' examples
Of a never-ending cycle of monotony.

But piercing through the shadows of dark,
There is one who barely sees the others' despair.
Its gift, It was destined to share,
To help as many to awaken from the nightmare.

Resonating through the silence are lost sounds.
Only the One allows them to refuge in its mind.
Its burden, It takes on for the others
As It speaks out to everyone, anyone, no one:

"The sound of many thoughts
Falls upon my ears.
Empty thoughts are released,
Confused in their numbers.

The sound of my thoughts
Falls upon deaf ears.
My mind, filled with thought
Is overwhelmed within its numbers."

Regaining vision lost by anger,
It exhales the frozen grasp
That has held all in their non-existence.
Released, It is dropped to the ground.

Laying in its despair, its confusion, its pain,
The others never saw the One in their path
They only stared forward with closed eyes
As agony rolled down its face

Through the One's water-filled view
A shimmer is reflected from the ground
Before it is crushed by the others,
Unlike the growing fire inside.

Resisting the force of the others
One hand lifts upward, towards the energy,
Towards the light hanging over everyone's head,
Hanging brightly, despite the darkness below.

It began to glow in the energy's presence,
Which brought fear and anger to all,
Uncomfortable with the change It was embarking.
A quest for identity.

All hands came toward the One,
Shielding what It once saw,
Pushing It to the ground,
Pulling It back to the darkness.

Through the violence, It grew stronger,
Fighting the others away.
They did not know what to do.
They could not see what was happening.

It continued to push them further,
Regaining Its firm stance.
It was to rise as a new form,
Emerging from the beauty within.

The One sat on a knee, leaning over the other
Its body, forged to perfection,
Emitted light from Its immunity to the dark.
Light that scared many, but touched a few.

A shout flew through the air.
The pain changed into strength.
Calmly, It stood up straight
And stretched out its wings.

Some saw the epiphany before them.
The reached out to touch their future.
But the One's destiny came to an end.
It left never to come again.

Copyright 2004 Danny Caballero


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