Thursday, December 12, 2013

Narrative poem: He reached


He reached
For a lone single hope that to his dismay had gone beyond his grasp
One last memory before his depart
His eyes, filled with tears, his hands trembled
He hoped that this wasn’t the last time he would see
The busy lights of the streets
The hopeful glow of the buildings
He felt the harsh rain against his skin
Sheets of water rushing down, plummeting to the ground
He watched, as the world around him slowed
Everything in a blur
Hope was the only thing that carried him forward
He stood alone, in the obscurity of the night
No one to console him, nowhere to go
Nowhere to live
He reached
He remembered the days where he didn’t have to worry
The days where the world made sense
A time in which he was joyful, and always used to laugh
A time where there was a new adventure around each corner of his life
It was when he had the world by his side
And everyone was there to comfort him
A time… long gone
He reached
For his last desires, before the looming fate before him would swallow him up
His feet clipped the pavement, the only sound in the silent night
His clothes were wet, and his body was sore
He didn’t know how much further he had to go
He didn’t know if he would survive, he didn’t know if he had the chance
But he pressed on
Though all he’d been through, he felt the slightest glimmer of hope
Beckoning him
Like the light at the end of the tunnel
It stood there waiting for him
He looked up at the moon, looming over the scene
The stars above, and the city lights around him
Bright, hope
He reached
He watched as the man approached him
A gentle smile of understanding on his face
He wondered where he would take him
Whether his life would change forever, for the good or the bad
A hint of relief flooded through him, as the man put out his hand
An offering he had never gotten before… and so
He reached

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