Trees, Ghosts, and Long Lost Echos

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.