Poems By Danny Naglowsky / a couple of months ago Share Tweet Pin Share Walking on the wide spread streets Through the crowed alleys Along the dark shadows of the night Making all of this into a fright Knowing the burdens that they carry Are becoming awfully heavy Holding on to every aspect of life This gives them the ability to realize what they lack In the dark of the night Lost people dwell amongst themselves Fearing the light Needing the light In need for hope For something to turn to To take the reality away Take care of their stress, anger, and such That matters extremely much Looking for that one touch The touch of faith and hope A touch where they can find healing and power At this very hour Shadows linger in front of our eyes We have fear of what is in the shadows Not knowing what we might face Even though we do not know what we see Our eyes are filled with fog Giving us a blur we want to take away As soon as the figure emerges from the shadows of despair The shadows of never-ending hurt We are dazzled by what our eyes see How different they are from us How in need they look Pain fills their eyes Faith is what they deny Lost wisdom Faded dreams Lack of hope Something we all were before Knowing the same feeling Having the same knowledge and the same understanding We are no more than they are They sway in discomfort They dance in their misery All they could see through their glossy, glowing eyes Are the things they lack The things they yearn for Peace, restoration, redemption, truth Rejection is all that they gain From those who are mere from perfect than they are Those who have no sense of compassion Those who never know the pain they hold inside Those who flee from reality Ignoring those who are in need Who suffer the same thing they suffered the day before Closing the life’s door Shutting out the truth of the world Keeping their life to be hidden away Clinging to whatsoever matters And something that doesn’t need any attention Or tension What do we see when we come across someone that’s not like us? Does the sight amuse us? Are we struck by awe at the sight of what we see? Is it something that we should be pleased by? Do we have a responsibility of any sort? How long will this last? Will the waterfall of misery ever pass? What do we need to do? Can we fix it? Can we control it? How far can we go? Are we able to do what we will? Or do we need God’s help? What do we see through our bright lighten eyes? Is it something we want to notice? What do we see? On the faces of those The reflection of our lives are replicated off of them The stillness, the calmness, the unseen hurt Tucking away all that they have Sunrise seems so far away Moon light invades their dark night Giving a glow of hope Over the faint glow of iniquity Dissolving the scent of integrity Pain is their friend It’s the only thing they can go to They can turn to They can run to At most times, the reflection reflects us, not them We cannot see our lives We reflect our lives off of somebody else It’s one thing we fear to see We run away from the world Tucking away our real selves Setting up a barrier around our lives Making sure none of the past comes into the present Interfering with our every day life It’s not who we want to be Not our goal What we see is a sight we want to take away Get rid of our insides Taking away who we are And putting in us someone else What do we see on those who are lost? We only see the reflection of ourselves Either now, later, or before That’s what we see. What do you see?
