a walk in one mind

In my time I have seen many things but this is one of the stranger ones. It all began while walking in the park on a rather unpleasant day, the clouds covered so well it seemed to be night, even though it was midday. I came across a man in torn jeans, black t-shirt and, torn flannel shirt,covered by a long black trench coat, his face was unkempt and his hair long and unruly. I normally would have tried to avoid him but, he seemed very downtrodden and simply put depressed. He was sitting on a park bench looking up at the nearly black sky. I felt a need to speak with him, so i sat next to him and looked in a questioning way as to get his attention. He looked away from the sky and gazed at me with sad bloodshot eyes. He fixed them to me and, grabbed my arm and, I felt a warm gooey liquid that form memories seemed like blood with further observation it was in fact the red life force. Frantically I tried to pull my hand away but. his grasp was to strong even for one who was bleeding from what must have been a vain. I looked at him and, in a very frightened way told him that i would assist him in finding help but, he did not move. He continued to gaze at me, he spoke quickly and quietly1

"If only you could understand. If only you could see. Let me open your eyes"2

Everything soon seemed gone replaced by an even darker setting. In surprise I yelled out and, only my echo responded. I felt an odd aura in this new place, it was so cold and unforgiven. I felt it best to find a way out so I ventured onward stumbling in the dark. Time seemed so slow, but soon enough something began to come in to view, i thought that surely I had found my way out but no. I saw a child crying by a grave on his knees, i walk closer to him and tried to speak with him but, he did not respond. I was disturbed by this, I knew i could not be seeing things. I walk closer and the child was gone replaced by what seemed to be the same boy only much older this one must have been in his later teens. He was outside a demolished car with medics running about, he seems uninjured and, it seemed that all would be well in this, until a young woman was pulled from the wreckage, she was dead. It was so terrible that I found myself averting my eyes and in doing so lost sight of the wreck. Losing sight of it only brought be new images of the same boy, only now a man in what must have been his early twenty's arguing with a young woman, only bits and peaces could be heard, things about or and being lazy then something about poetry. The young man struck the woman at that point, she fell over crying. Once more I could not bare to look. I walked in the opposite direction of the event and, as you may have guessed in to another one. It was the same man and woman, in what must have been a hospital, the woman was giving birth. It was a sight to see but sadly oh, so sadly she died, and so did the child. I was nearly brought to tears. The man was stunned and wide eyed falling to his knees. It was so unspeakably terrible I screamed3

"Please no more!"4

I ran off in to the cold darkness and as i ran more and more sights of sadness came to view. All worse and worse, until Finlay it ran in to something it was a gate, upon impact a light shot out and papers flew toward me each on a poem, so many poems all of sadness and life gone wrong. Even though I could not read them I my mind knew every word. And then suddenly it was all gone, I was back at my seat next to a dieing man. I looked at him so disturbed and afraid. He smiled at me saying nothing, then he passed, a puddle of blood underneath him. So after medics came to get the body, as they lifted the body to slide in the to body-bag a huge pile of papers fell from his coat all poems, the very poems I saw in the darkness. The wind then picked up and blew them away in a a gust every word forever lost.5

Ive never felt the same sense then. But I see things more clearly I think. Who knows. You may learn to much walking Through ones mind.6