Author's note: Eugene read this last February. His tweet's found here: http : / / twitter. com/ #!/ Eugene_Simon/ status/ 35734988938948608 (delete the spacings) . Enjoy!
Character Poem-files: Jerome Clarke
February 6, 2011
You never really notice
what you have until it's gone.
And when it's truly gone,
you wish you've never even known it.
It's one to feel alone
with no where to go
when you find yourself in certain situations.
It's another when a loved one forces you into it.
There's no hope,
no matter how many letters you sent them,
no matter how many calls you've placed.
What is home
if the letters you've mailed to your loved ones are sent back?
There will never be escape from emotions
unless you demoralize yourself
and then maybe the fear of your escape
will bring even worse consequences.
And when the hope of love strikes you
in untimely manner,
you think this is the moment. Redemption.
Will you let your past horrors guide you
or future light?
Because as soon as you walk towards it
the light is claimed by someone else.
Someone who doesn't deserve it.
An entity concealed by glass houses
in which you can witness its occurrence
but never hear the rush of life within
never feel the light's warm glow on your face.
Because glass houses are needed for life to go on.
They're not there to keep their secrets in
but to keep you out.
To preserve all the fruits of their emotions
leave the rotten ones out.
So keep wearing that mask forever more,
because emotions are just emotions,
when knocking on glass door.
~TrinityFlower of Memories