Pond

It's so still

So very still.

A town sleeps.

Never-knowing

Never dreaming.

What would happen to them.

In every bed

a person sleeps.

Dreaming.

What are they dreaming about?

Love, life...?

Will they ever dream that they will be dead in the next few hours?

Will they?

The children...

Loving, trusting, laughing.

Just this morning one came up to me.

Innocent-so innocent.

Could I really end the life?

Easily, even?

Beautiful creation?

O, beautiful creation?

I wish my decision was anothers.

How manylives I hold in my hand

I do not know.

I do not want to know.

Never know-

for that is better.

You shall never shed

endless tears

Or never think

of others so deeply.

Their life...

My life...

I...

Them...

By my feet is a pond.

A still pond.

No ripples.

Feel the quiet.

It's there.

But if I throw a rock

it disrupts.

I look up.

Will I throw that rock?

Into the town of the pond?

Will I end endless lives?

That may beautify?

No.

Never.

I will not.

For now I know.

To know is better.

Because then you cannot harm thoughtlessly.

~A.