To Be

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Do you have the answer, the true answer, or do you give false hope?

Submitted: June 09, 2017

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Two beings stood in a room
"What does it mean to be you?" He asked

It is like streaks of color
Ravaged against the ocean
Uncertain
Unknowing
Yet beautiful


It is like the auroras
Raging against the sky
Uncommon
Unpredictable
Yet beautiful


It is like meteors
Racing against the cosmos
Destructive
Terrifying
Yet beautiful

The boy looked at himself
How wonderful it must be to be you!
How amazing it must be to be you!

"What does it mean to be you?" It asked.

The boy could not answer
No prayer
No call
No wish
The answer was lost
An amazon of thoughts
The answer was brightened by the deep sea

The boy could not answer
To find an answer
To find the fountain of youth
To find the city of Atlantis
To find the garden of Eden
Nothing could be done

The boy could not answer
"Mama" he asked "what is the answer?"
"It is whatever you wish" she said
An unforgiving smile
A snake wrapped around her
The forbidden fruit in her hand
His say to be seen

The boy could not answer
How long had it been
Since he last pondered
Was it when he the book
Detailing the entrance of narnia

The boy could by answer
A Frankenstein alone
In the midst of romeos and juliets
And the stories of the west side
No mockingbird to be heard

The boy could not answer
Lost in the minotaur's home
Solomon's book of guidance
To everyone who knew
Exactly what they could accomplish

The boy could not answer
The boy looked down
At the hands of Ares
Infused with death
He only could destroy

The boy could not answer
He could not create or build
Or love like Aphrodite

Lost and Forgotten

How would he learn?

 

The boy could not answer

Streaks of clear fell onto the ground

He could not understand

The crows inside of him

Picking at the remains

 

The boy could not answer

He stood alone in the room

A statue of color in front of him

Inside a the human collection of souls

“What does it mean,” he said “to be me?”

 
 


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