12-15 (michael1111)


I gather misery like a beach collects sand
With no choice at first I am made
So created I learn to take more for myself
Piling up pebbles of problems the Sea gives up
Making mountains of the many miniscule moments
I find myself a gardener of dreams in a valley of light
My oasis shines recognized on the coal pile peaks
Beyond the troubled terrain that surrounds me
I know there exists another side of another’s side
I can see the light shining up from their hollow
Piercing the night sky so focused by their stony shame
All tired by the fire after harvesting the crops
That feed the eyes that look upon those awful alps
I long to unite the light of the lonely
But the home I’ve made has sunk into a gravelly grave
When I try to climb up the sides all give way
To tunnel through is to be crushed by the weight of the world
I must try to get a message out
To pull what divides us down from all sides
To destroy these mountains of our own making
To make ground of our woe for new feet to walk on

Together.