To write a poem,
One of pain,
Of struggle,
And of strife,
So in one word,
A poem of Life.
Alone in a corner,
Draped in darkness,
I lower my head,
Cowering from dread.
Succumbed with blithe,
I hide from the light,
But in the distance,
There calls to me,
A familiar voice,
That defiles me.
Broken down,
And feeling free,
Foolery is at play,
And taunts my feelings.
Foolery is at play,
Of evil dealings.
The voice fades again,
And leaves me alone,
False redemption,
To brighten my life,
False redemption,
To return my blithe.
So alone in the corner,
Secluded from life,
Alone in the corner,
Perpetual night,
But in the cesspool of pain,
A light shines through the rain.
Candor subsides,
And my eyes go wide.
My angel has come,
To free me of woe,
My angel has come,
To make the unknown known.
I see a reflection,
Of me through the night,
I look at myself,
And see a poor sight.
The light dissipates,
And again I'm alone,
The light fades away,
And again i am home.
I cry to myself,
And hope no one sees,
The despise able sight,
That has become me.
My fists go white.
As they clench too tight,
I punch at the ground,
Because I've lost the fight.
As the tears fall down,
And mix with the blood,
I feel a warmth,
That turns to a hug.
My other friend,
That aids me through,
My other friend,
That subsides the blue.
She guides me through,
The pain that I've known,
She hugs me tight,
And I'm no longer alone.
She stands beside me,
But I'm still hard to see.
She stands beside me,
And one day I'll be free!
-V. Michael T. Hernandez
Dedicated to my best of friends, Yarumi, cause she's always there for me! 3