a vanishing whisper

as the creeping sadness took root, he could no longer feel pain nor joy. a vague numbness began to settle in his formerly poetic mind. what was once a fight now turned into a full-blown surrender of his will. would anyone care when this disease took over? would but one head turn or one tear fall? no. a weeping dirge will not be sung for him. no one will look twice. those shadows of self-indulgence cared nothing more than the glory of their own stomachs and pockets. he would recieve no help. where there was once a glimmer of hope was now filled with his own twisted idol of despair.

hope was now but a vanishing whisper. there was no future in his path. it was that same path of rocks that led him here. to a place where the line between right and wrong, love and hate, truth and lies became a sea of sorrow. the waves of doubt crashed into one another to form an idea that was as false as water itself.

he looked at his hands as the disease began to eat what had once built dreams. these hands worked hard for years helping to shape the future of lives and families. but those people who had once supported his dream now became blurs of distance. laughter and grief began to fade from his withering mind. this sadness would stay.

as he shrank smaller and smaller into some form of godliness, he no longer saw any beauty. no light screaming off the suns rays. no rain dancing upon the moonlit lakes. there was nothing but darkness. fear took complete control. his despair was finished. he was now a part of the diseased.

posted by jon havens