To Save Me From Myself

by I-Have-Switched-Accounts

The Five Ideya should build us, we should strive to get them. But instead you hide in the Night. One-shot Poem About Ideya and the Night. Complain if it should be rated T.

Like a world so pure I wished I lived in, the picture will fold into a bigger picture then collapse under everyone's tainted minds. Tainted minds that I used to push away but like a shadow of the break of day, it crept behind me and didn't leave me be until the break of Night. Night used to come when I thought my legs would give out form the Reality of life pounding in my head. Without Rhyme or reason the night consumes me like an endless black blanket.

Another dimension bursting with hope, that's what the Night had always meant to me, to escape from this hopeless tragedy that has always been at hand, That tugged at my wrist and dragged me through the endless past. That's all I've done Lived in the past and lingered their before retreating to the night.

To have the knowledge to know more about the world and what's left of it's joyful places. The new world the Night has given me. The stars glisten in the sky, scattered across the black sky with messages hidden in there patterns. Messages I won't be able to decode easily as those who know more about the world. The wind blows in all directions with no restraints, not knowing its own destination. My destination was lost long ago after I couldn't find my path that I had taken my whole life.

If I stopped running maybe I could stand, On my own. Without my wounds of yesterday ripping open. To have the courage to live life on the edge and never look back. To not hide in the darkness but to challenge what's possible. To find myself again. To live this life that rang out true to me.

To grow and live, not fall down to the ground in misery of what I once had. To know that I can almost get there, almost. To grow confident in the Night. That will always wrap me in its black darkness and let me stand to fight.

To let these traits build me, and to save me from myself.

A/N

Yes as you can tell I'm in a poetry mood. This has been sitting in Word Perfect for awhile now, so I decided to finish it. It's about Ideya, the dreamer is unknown because I just made without much thought of who was telling it. I think that's all the Ideya, (In order here) Ideya of Purity, Ideya of Hope, Ideya of Knowledge, Ideya of Courage, Ideya of Growth.

Anyway please point out any errors you may see.