If the world only listened, he would have laid out his silent words.
If the world only talked, he could have corrected his bent ways.
If the world only breathed life, he should have distinguished his thoughts clearly.
But it only listened to none, so he drank his words back into his empty vessel.
But it only talked of its ways, so he drowned his ears in their understanding.
But it only breathed life of a fiery, so he coiled from within setting his own sunset.
Dwelling on a past so far, one that steered him down a path to lose his voice.
Dwelling on a limited belief so compelling, the one need to always be right.
Dwelling on a resistance so intense, it had to make him change.
Dripping with desire to live, anticipating for his possible chance to be heard.
Frightened to talk, his silent words remain behind his folded lips.
Startled by the speed of a world that he didn’t belong to, yet!
Dripping through scars, were his rewards.
Frightened to be asked for more, due to his heart, it was already captive.
Startled with the turns of the bearings, each turn carries message of sympathy.
That he’ll make the world listen, if not talk back the way he wanted to.
He just had to cease from making things seem right according to the world,
And grasp the struggles of lending his ears to the world,
To let it hear his waves of motion, to find a voice through the world’s words.
The continua of laying a bare soul to a world that barely sleeps.
No longer of loneliness, but of desire to sleep with his thoughts well conquered.
A world that listens at 4a.m., when waken up from nightmares conflicting in his mind.
A world that talked back to the moon,
To remind him tomorrow will be a gracious day, a welcome back to reality gift.
If he only paused and remembered to live!