The Sweetest Sound

Hello again everybody. I'm back again. Hopefully, this finds you in great health, and even better spirits. I'm happy to say that I have another new piece for your reading pleasures. I was fearful of another long delay between pieces. But thankfully, I started this one almost immediately after I finished the last entry. I started out by listening to some music from Sarah McLachlan, as well as some Nirvana. Which is a weird combination, I know. But both Sarah and Kurt sing with such passion, and almost pain in their voices. So this amalgamation of sounds, triggered something in me, and I started writing. Trying to be more open and more vulnerable, to an extent. So I wrote until I hit the wall, and then saved it until today. Where I was able to pick up at my starting point, and I literally just finished it about an hour ago. So it is truly, the newest piece. Anyways, I feel I must warn you. This poem, entitled, "The Sweetest Sound," starts off pretty dark. And as the piece progresses, it begins to gradually become more and more optimistic. The poem was written sort of as a catharsis for some dark thoughts I had been having. And I find that it's always better to get those types of thoughts out of my head, and onto a page of some sort. But thematically, the poem is written as if the narrator is reeling from some sort of personal tragedy. And throughout the piece, he eventually comes to term with this, by realizing that his disposition isn't helping matters at all. So it's basically him, admitting to the universe, that he is going to try to use this tragedy to be a better person. So in the end, the piece is far more hopeful that it started out. Which, for those of you who know me, know that that perspective is far different for the one I used to have. But anyways, enough of my rambling.
I hope you all enjoy the piece.
And thank you ahead of time for reading all of this.
It means more than you all will ever know.

"The Sweetest Sound"
2013

Desperation's setting in
Like concrete drying ever still
And there's a hole inside of me
That I have tried to fill
But instead I have built a home
Deep inside the crevices
As if I'd like to prove
That my inner Hell is Heaven-less
But tell me, what's the use of prayer
If nobody's listening
And what's the use of shining bright
If everybody's glistening
And it's this sweet futility
That wakes me from a nightly sleep
And though this life is killing me
My sanity is what I'll fight to keep
And there are times I think
That I am on the brink
But then I'll look around
And I'll hear the sweetest sound
Children laughing as they play
Can always seem to make the day
Better than the previous
Thank you world, I've needed this
Now depression's setting in
Like a black cloud overhead
Whispering things inside my ear
Horrors better left unsaid
But instead they're ringing loud
And they echo on for days
This should not be allowed
But their persistence is worth some praise
But tell me, what's the use of prayer
If nobody's listening
And what's the use of shining bright
If everybody's glistening
And it's this sweet futility
That wakes me from a nightly sleep
And though this life is killing me
My sanity is what I'll fight to keep
And there are times I think
That I am on the brink
But then I'll look around
And I'll hear the sweetest sound
Children laughing as they play
Can always seem to make the day
Better than the previous
Thank you world, I've needed this
And now I've got this funny feeling
That I haven't felt in years
I'll confess, it's got me reeling
Thinking have I escaped my fears?
Or is this just my mind
Playing vicious tricks again
Or have I come to find
All the the things I've held within
Is determination creeping in?
In hopes of clearing out the haze
Or is this act wearing thin?
Like the sand beneath the waves
Answers escape my reach
Leaving questions here abound
Yet I know inside my soul
That I've grown tired of the ground
So I should start standing up
And brush the dirt off of my clothes
Put the pieces back together
To see how the bigger picture goes
Or maybe take a few paces back
To the starting point of this
To get the point of view I've lacked
And see what I could have missed
But tell me, what's the use of life
If I'm scared of living it
And I don't have to have it all
To continue giving it
And it's that sweet serenity
That's worth waking up to seek
And though this life was killing me
I have learned things are far from bleak
'Cause there were times I thought
That I was on the brink
But then I took a look around
And I heard the sweetest sound
And it was children laughing as they played
Which can always seem to make the day
Better than the previous
And now, it's with gratitude I say
"Thank you world, I've needed this..."