A poet
Dark and gloomy inside
Told me to stop
Look into your own eyes
My friend
Instead of mine
There is warmth
And promise
And all things good.

A ray of sunshine
Shining golden among the black
Told me to smile
Yet even the light of the sun
Is powerless against the army
Of madness
Seek another nurture
My friend
One that can bear the fruit
Of hope.

A scholar
Yearning for freedom
Told me to study
Smiling faintly
I give a nonchalant wave
You know better
My friend
I have not the heart
Tend to your own
Lest you too lose faith.

A lonely traveler
Walking alone among the ashes
Spoke no word
I remembered not
Why I came to this lonely grove
Where the desolate howl of wolves
Rise in the distance
Crying
It was only until she raised her eyes
To my own
That I understood
It was I.