JUST A NOMAD

Now I know. That he too had it, This strong belief in self. That the universe would be kind. Not just to him, To his offspring, And to the wide wild world. Never to drive him into despair, Never to make fun out of him. He prayed. Looking up in the sky, He searched for a sign. That the answers would be written somewhere up there. Crafted out of clouds, In symbols, shapes, And maybe letters. Each with its own unfathomable meaning  Hidden within his own self That carried away the misery It was safe that way To give them imaginary labels Though he knew, He knew That if his forefathers saw him They would shout,  "There goes our mad man."  "Talking to clouds now!" They'd giggle.  Thinking it would shatter him? He would smile. So wide like he had it all figured out. Then he told me, There's a place! Just stare at the horizon son. But the darkness is mean? Everyday it steals the moment. @Sons_Of_Purpose  

Broken All of it I knew it was fragile So brittle it got shattered. Then Scattered All around like it meant nothing, Thrown out like a disease Pieces Broken pieces One, two, three  Different shapes All piled up along what was meant to last eternity I can't. I couldn't count them. They are laying everywhere My eyes trying to join them I couldn't picture it all It's as if it went away with what was.  That which was whole wasn't Illusions?  Oh son of Earth and of Starry Heaven.  Are you thirsty? You asked? Yes! You know that. Give me something to drink from your overflowing cup of resilience. Or is it wisdom? I dread to stand and cause a storm. But till then,  Take this misery away Far into the dust of oblivion. art_of_heart.