Going Home

Sun, 12/29/2013 - 19:55 -- Kaelyn

He drifts like a leaf in the wind
   a feather falling gently from the sky
   tiny, colorless, and hidden amongst a thousand others.

He is a frozen flake in a snowstorm
   cold, lost, unable to go home,
   but no one sees, and no one cares.

He floats to a window,
   warm, bright, full of light laughter
   but he is only an imprint, an invisible wraith.

Sometimes they pity him,
   a little boy, huddling in his worn coat
   blown to ttters by the winter winds.

But they avoid him like the plague,
   offering nothing but an insincere smile
   for he is a blight to their joy, a shadow in their light.

Those insincere beings, denying the truth
   their world is not perfect,
   not the healthy, happy world they envision it to be.

He is cold in the darkness they leave him
   numb, no longer caring about the frostbitten darkness in his heart,
   tired, no longer trying to keep lively and warm.

Artemis draws the curtains, and none can see her light

Morpheus enfolds all in their sleep.

But as snow drifts more gently
   on the last day of winter,
   just before the first rays of light,
Lord Thanatos slips by to take him somewhere
   warmer, kinder, than this heartless land.

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