Whispers of a Soul

“I love you”,

And

“Thank you” he said…

Grateful for every breath, as he lay every night in bed,

For once Lego blocks filled his heart with hope,

 There were days when it was just to cope.

Words unsaid, desires unfulfilled and feelings unexpressed,

“Why are we always in a rush”, never to say, but just a hush.

   13 Years had passed, he simply felt trapped.

“13 Years!” she shouted,

“Why can’t you just die”

“I love you”

And

“Thank you” he said, unable to cry.

With white walls and coats, he had spent his life.

Trapped inside his mind with strife.

It was time for them to say their goodbyes,

He wanted to tell, but only with his eyes.

“I love you”

And

“Thank you” he said….

For 13 Years they were mere whispers in his head. 

“A story straight  from a hospital bed”

M.A.D's Thoughts

Humanity has by far lost itself in the abyss of total chaos. Our souls stained by greed, like the apron of a cook working at the diner, at the corner of the street.

Never to be found, never to be understood. To trudge aimlessly is what this mind is good at... 

The Traveler

 

 

In every journey, the traveler must ask "was the right path taken?" Many roads along unwinding filled with those that have lost their way. Some forge their own course guided by faith, seeking out a location for a kindred spirit.

Others step together finding safety in the arms of another, a few remove themselves from the trail to avoid the path of temptation, but those who watch the track too closely fail to see where it led them and are often too surprised by their destination.