Change Has No Title

by Katerina   Jan 10, 2009


Silence fills the emptiness of space and all around her calls the beauty of life, the beauty of creation

And as she floats endlessly in space, she witnesses something more than creation
She views the universe's structure and the emptiness with so much beauty

That she questions if even God could create something so exquisite.
And as she roams only empty space,
She sees more than just a few stars.

She sees planet forming in the far distances of space,
She observes super massive black hole destroying at its most peaceful time of its cycle,

And she spots a pulsar calling with its waves of radiation pouring over her like vast rain.
In those questionable moments
She tells all the creations around her

that if she is dreaming-Let her never to wake from this place because even emptiness
Can shows it's most enchanting face.

Grace, it's a dream. Please wake.

Because you lie in a hospital room
Filled with flowers begging for you just to show a sign of life,
Which dwells within your dying soul.

Please open your eyes,

Because your body is failing to fight off
The intoxication that you had injected
Upon your once so pure body

Grace, please show us you're alive

Because your parent's weeps outside your cold dark room can be heard for miles
And they only want you back in their arms,
And only then they can say you're safe.

Grace, please fall away from your dreams

Because right now reality seems so far away
And you need to feel the warmth of the sunlight on your pale face one last time
Because you are too young to die like this. Don't die like this.

Grace,
I know it's hard

But please wake up because your abuse of your chosen drug is eating away at your body
And now you are so fragile that even God's hands are afraid they might break you.

Grace,

You are falling into the end of your life and if you don't wake up now you may never change your so foolish ways because now you see that drugs can't bring you the happiness you lost but other things can. The universe can. Your parents can. You know other things can.

So Grace...
Open your eyes.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Not Enough

    Really GREAT poem keep writing