Knives thrust deep within the backs of others;
Smiles that keep igorant minds at bay;
Words that break barriers and bones alike;
Deception and destruction and acts of strife.
In a world so empty of hope.
In a state of mind,
Can I see the glass half full?
Within these dark times, I see light.
Spiraling and twirling,
Antonyms and synonyms losing meaning,
As the orb draws me near.
What a bright thing it is,
Pulling me into the oasis.
I see nothing, but everything.
I see not differences, but instead overwheming campatability.
Could it be that in this dreadful deciet,
I find my comfort?
Not in the danger or angst,
But in the light that blinds us and makes us focus,
On the true being of faith.