This is a call
To all those in constant torment
Whose real self is dormant
Hidden deep within
Those whose hearts are cold
Because this world is cold...
Whose very soul is frozen
Because this world turns a cold shoulder, blinded
By what they desire, they forget
That other humans are around them
Those close to breaking
Hands are shaking
Heart\'s broken
Won\'t be awoken
Given up belief
In everything but sorrow
And waking up for the next tomorrow...
Seems more like a pain...
Then the gift everyone says it\'s suppose to be
Hope is lost
Feelings lost
And living seems like...
Nothing more then slow suicide.
Feel like you\'re driftin\'
Storm ain\'t liftin\'
And Pain and Agony are the only friends you know
Feels like the end, no more glow
Luck\'s gone
Picked up and left
Another blood-stained dawn
Feels like no more then theft...
Of what you used to know
You know...before people became a foe
Feels like you\'re on your own
Completely unknown
But you\'re not!
There\'s more like you...
Just reach out for help....
And I\'ll be there to help you
Maybe not in person
But my spirit will find you
And help you on your way
Even though we\'ve never met
I know what you\'re goin\' through
Think there\'s no healing
No more feeling...
But I\'m reaching for you
Through this page and every other
Because no one knows me but paper
And through these pages I let my spirit free
Free...to help others like me
Free to help the Rotting Trees
And the Crying Ghosts
And the Lost, Lonely Echos
The Trees...
Watching the world go by
Just swirling with it
Because they think they can\'t change anything
They feel they have no voice
They\'re misunderstood
Crowded out by all the other plants
And forcing their way through stones
But no one notices them....
So they try to stay safe
In their own little world
Safe is something valuable here
And something not easily found
Somehow....somehow reality always gets in
Through the smallest of cracks in the bark...
And no one sees the true beauty in the Tree
Because everyone is to busy
Looking at the forest it grows in
The Ghosts
Not to be seen
Not to be heard
Nor touched for
All things pass through them...
Or so they all tell themselves
They feel nothing
No caring emotion
And no corrosion
So they eat away at them
Thinking they feel nothing....
Pain moves right through them
They tell themselves
as the Ghost floats about....
Aimlessly....Endlessly....Restlessly....
Searching for someone...
Anyone....who cares to notice them
To help them...but help never comes...
But perhaps...the saddest of all
Are those Cold...Lost Echos...
Those of which were formally human
But now are changed beyond knowing...
Twisted and Bent....Distorted...
And now they sound like the cries...
The cries of wounded animals
Yes....cries which drift forever but...
But no one seems to hear them
Well...not until they are stopped so coldly....suddenly
Then we realize they were
And now are not...
Then we all seem...
To care about these Lost Echos
Which used to drift through cold people who
Who now suddenly care...
All at once, to late...
People who watch with blind eyes
As people die for no reason
With no sympathy
They tell everyone they love life
Meanwhile, they send others to die
People...who didn\'t care before
Now...now suddenly think their life
Is of some value...
Why?
Why, people who change like waves of water?
Why, people who watch innocents suffer?
Why is it you care now?
Why...are they valuable now?
Because they\'re not here?
WHY!?
ANSWER!
Answer me, heartless...cold world
Full of people who think
Life has no value until it\'s gone!
Answer me....hawks which prey on weak
Until now...when the weak are gone...
Then they think themselves saints...nuns....
They didn\'t cause anything, they\'ll say
Why...why do we treat people like...
Like Echos and Ghosts and Trees?
But then they are human....
Only once something happens....
When the Tree is cut down....
The Ghost moves on...
And the Echos finally fade...to nothing....
Why should they suddenly be
Precious to us now?
Is it because, only once gone....
Do we realize they were there?
Or we finally realize
They WERE human beings...
But why...did we treat them...
So inhuman before?
Ignored them...so cruelly...
When all a Tree is looking for
Is a way to reach the sun...
All a Ghost wants is someone
Who cares to see them...
And all an Echo wants
Is an ear to confide in,
A way to be heard above the clamor
Of everyday life....
All they want.....
Is a Treasured Friend....
To help them find their way
So, all you so called
\"Civilized human beings\"
Think a while....
About the lives you\'ve caused....
To end.
The Trees you\'ve cut
With no remorse
The Ghosts you\'ve perished
Without a second thought
The Echos you\'ve silenced....
Without even giving them a chance...
To speak with a true heart
Once you do this....
Then tell me how \"Civil\" you think
The human race is...
And I will prove you wrong...
Because someone has to.
And to all those Trees and Ghosts and Echos
Don\'t let these beasts...
Who claim to be better
Kill you...because I too...
Was an Echo
And I was no more...
Then a faint Whisper...
When finally someone heard me
And I realized then that I
Was never alone
And neither are you
Just because no one there cares
Doesn\'t mean someone else you may not know
Doesn\'t either
If nothing else...
You\'ve got me there...
I\'ll always care
For those like me
And I\'ll never forget
Where I started from
How I started
No matter where I go
And how far I go...
I will always be
No more then a Tree
And I will watch over you
No matter how close to the sun I get
So if you ever feel alone
And I know sometimes you do
Just read this poem
And remember I\'m here
And even if my body leaves
My soul will live on
And I will keep watching
All those like me
So this is my call
To all the Ghosts and Trees and Echos
So they never fade away...like I almost did.