Epiphany

Cars drive by,

but I’m not going anywhere.

The world is gripped with struggle

unlike anything before.

Who did it?

Who will pay for the crime of bringing such distress?

Who has done this,

who has brought suffering to the world and death to many?

Who, I demand to know!

Well, demand all you desire.

Point your finger all over the world,

at every man who is already paying a far greater debt than you,

who are stuck at home in a world taken for granted.

No answer will help you.

No answer will stop the suffering nor silence the spread.

Wake up, I say to you!

For you have taken the gifts given to you

and have thrown them behind your back!

To give thanks never crosses your mind,

you forget about all the lights you’ve received while under the veil of darkness.

Now the world is in the dark, and what will you do?

Will you now begin to place blame on others,

for the maltreatment of isolation that has been dealt to you?

Will you blame one man for all of the death you’ve witnessed?

You should first clean the dirt out of your own eyes,

so that you may see the blue skies that you have been blind to for so long.

Blind? Now, how could I have been blind?

Nobody saw the tsunami coming, no horns were blared.

Now an earthquake has been awakened right under my pale, innocent feet...

...but how innocent can I be?

Like you say, I have taken the sunrise as a granted light,

and I have taken my times of joy without gratitude,

forgetting that I was ever in a place of sadness.

Now, here I sit,

alone at the window,

watching the moon cast its last dull light over fields once filled with wheat.

Is the dawn coming soon?

Answer me, I beg you!

I never thought I would miss the mediocre days of seeing the same people,

and now I miss them all more than ever.

I never even had the chance to say goodbye.

People are dying while others risk their lives,

and yet I cry out because I’m stuck at this wretched pane!

But I realize now.

I realize all the days I’ve missed,

the days of going out on summer evenings,

the days of laughing with friends,

the days of simply seeing other faces,

yes, the days when all was well,

but now here I am;

here we are.

And there is nothing for us to do,

except look back on the days when we looked into the sky,

and could count all of the constellations.

There is nothing to do,

except to write down every smile we ever received,

as well as every grin that we ever gave,

and remember how to keep our hearts bright

during such a dark and dismal depression.

I may have been blind before,

but I’ll never lose my sight again.