I brought them all with me. Most of them knew, others wondered. We walked a long road, down a street no one knew, in a town no one lived. A place where the wind laughed, cackled, the trees reached up to the sky with the hands of skeletons long sense forgotten. The fear of of some created a mist, cold and lonely, lined with the stories of their families. Stay close, it's easy to get lost in here.
The ghosts won't hurt you, don't be afraid of them. They are just a sign we're getting close. They like to see all the new faces, in a town where no one visits. Can you blame them? Everyone gets lonely sometimes. They just stay that way, unlike you, who can find any hand to hold. The air is cold here, it's a given. It never warms, it never rains, it never snows. Just stuck in a weather in between. The moon starts to melt without the sun, but don't cry for her, she's had her glory years. Now she's just lighting the way.
They brought no clothes, no backpacks, no books, or cell phones. They only brought their lies, their lives, and the guilt they carry in the left pocket of their warm jackets. They knew they would need something warm for this destination is long, and barely frozen. Keep walking, we're almost home.
These kids lost their way, never knew which way to go. So I wander in the darkest hour to lead them all to Death's door. Don't be sad, that's where they belong, they left this life a long time ago. But in their journey to peace of mind, they got lost in Death's Town, it's not hard. So many empty houses, looking welcoming to a weary traveler. Ghosts longing for attention from anyone. "Let's play a game!" and before you know it, the road is gone.
For years I've wandered these streets to bring the forgotten to the home they now belong. The father at the door, dressed warm and calm, greats them in almost a loving way. People never see him in the right light, but in the glow of the shrinking moon, I see the relief on the lost's faces as their father brings them in, out of the frozen, into peace. And I'll head back home.
Why do this?
Because everyone deserves a place to call HOME.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Yesterday Laughs, Tomorrow Cries
Posted by Mad As A Hatter at 1:07 PM
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This is really good Dix and so true =D
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