Gone

See the sadness on their faces. Walking past along the crowded
pavements. Each one holding anguish which should be more personal. This
is not the loss of a loved one. This is the loss of someone who was
known. An entertainment. A life they did not know. Someone they held in
their hearts - pumping cartoon life around their bodies; filling the
veins and arteries with hope and imagined in their heads. They knew
felt as though they were one of them, could reach out to touch them if
they knew how, if the had the power.

~

They had fun. Playing. Laughing. Crying. Pain. Grief. Time will
remember. Time will forget. Some willmove, others move in. For now the
flowers wilt, the messages smudge and run. Everyone watching on the
streets, in the parks, on the buses and in their homes. Time will pass.
Tears will dry and understanding return. Innocence will live. For now
gone will return, come back and be forgotten.

~

Why?
No good. No evil. No right. No wrong. Just why.
Everyone has the darkness, held, trapped, enclosed. Some want to see,
try to hold a torch upto the darkness. Peek inside. Open the door, lose
the key. The dark spreads out, engulfing, unable to return, contain,
trap it. They live by the darkness, only societal guilt holding them in
check. Darkness controls them. Body vs. Mind. Society vs. Intellect.
Many accept the dark, swallows the light. All have the dark, have to
keep it in equality with the light. Equilibrium. Together. Equal. Don't
let the dark out. Keep the lights shining.

See, the dawn is showing. The day is coming. The night is receding.
Soon to return.