The Prayers for the Oceans, for an Absurd Torch, a Poem

Translated…

It Was Not Worth it, Incinerating the Youth, and One’s Future

Who’d Lit Up that Torch You’d Turned Your Heads Toward Heavens and Asked

How, are We Supposed to, Put it Out

not my photo…

If You’re Lucky

You Will, Get Past that Extreme Border

And, Turning Back Became the Survivors’ (Do Push Harder, Toward that Finishing Line)

No Matter What the Road of Recovery Looked Like

It Will Be, Filled with Many Perils

not my photo still…

But, You Will Have, that Heart of the Warrior

With the Passions, Shining, Brightly, Like Diamonds

With the Strengths of the Seas, Putting Out that Scorching Plain

Because on that Island

There is Someone Who Prays for You, Whom the Person Had Never Met

Some Had, Shed the Tears that Turned into Rivers, or the Stars for Your Sake

And, Some May Not be Able to, Squeeze Out One Drop

How, Do We, Calculate the Makeup of a Single Droplet of Tear?

For the Sakes, of an Absurd Fire that’s Burning, or, for an Island, Where Absurdity Grows on

Some, with Their Hands Together

But, You’d Had, the First Taste of

not my photograph…

This Weird, Wacked-Out Life

Some, with Their Hands Together

But, Those Who Entered into the Blazes

Must be Saved, from the Bodies of Water

For This

We Would, Use the Tears from Our Souls, or the Raindrops from the Early Morning Hours

Call on, Oceans After Oceans

With the Starry Night Skies All Prepared

Someone Continued, Praying for Your Sake

The Time Held Its Breaths

And, People are, Entering into This, Prayer Vigil

And so, this is telling us not to lose hope, perhaps, from the recent results of the presidential election, who knows.  But, you can sense, that despair, that desire to be saved, to get rescued, that sense of desperate hopelessness about life, can’t you?  But, there will, always be HOPE, if we can all, make changes in ourselves, for the better.