Emotions of the world
Emotions of the world
The battle was over. A man of almost forty, a good strong man, walked among all the death. This was over, everything is over… his son gone, he will never see William or his wife again.
He walked over to church, his movement sad and crippled. He couldn't go on, everything's gone. He slid down into the pew. He wasn't the type of man who would cry, but he just sat there… crying… as though it would never stop. The clear salty tears sliding down his tanned face…he was accepting defeat. All was gone… no family was there to comfort him, no friends, not even a pitiful stranger… he was alone, something he has never felt. He looked up towards the stained glass, the sun just glittering through the broken glass. The remnants of nights chill leaving, but with it leaving a cold clammy feel to his face where the tears had slid down.
He did something he hadn't done in a long time. He went to the front of the church, and he came to his knees. He prayed…he prayed for himself…his family… all those who were lost and any who remain. More tears slid down his face as he started to choke as said his prayer aloud. His voice echoed around what was left of the room. The prayer was beautiful nothing anyone of the modern age would say, usually asking for help and things that are wasteful.
He stood up, straitening up his clothes, or a least trying to because of his blurry vision, his hands griped the sides of his cloak until his knuckles turned white. More and more tears slid down his face, a never ending sadness, as though all the worlds' sadness was being given to him. Loud sobs and sighs of pain were mixed with his strained words of sorrow.
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I couldn't take anymore. I stood there with door barely ajar. I was jealous of his humanity. God has accepted me, but he never gave me emotions… happiness, sadness, anger. None of these I have. Human… Yes… human that is what I am, no more human than you, or even him. No… he is more human than I … I can feel only the anger of the world because of this battle so yes I do have emotion. All the worlds' anger is now flooding through me now. Angered by myself, this war, and him… Why? Why couldn't I feel emotions? I have them… of course… all people do… I can't reveal my emotions, they won't come out… except when I don't want them to.
There are people like us, like him. When the world has no vent for emotions it seems it just throws it upon a person. Sadness… Happiness … Anger… Joy… Jealousy…all emotions have person who must bear it all at these times.
I can't stand it… I just stand here… doing nothing… angered at the world, everyone, and myself… why can't the tears flow over?
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