Jewel. Poem by Melissa Ferrer

Jewel.



Adorned by sparkling snow
Glittering in the window
Are the eyes.
They peer into the skies
and dream of a place
Where there is no perfection
And everything they consume
Is not a confection
Where not everything blooms
With the purity of innocence
Were there is no nonviolence
And no consistence
Of smiles
From adults
As if they were a child
And their eyes glitter
With the bitter innocence
of not knowing death or strife
and all the rest
where there is killing
and money is the root of all evil
and the world is filled with it
where silence about guilty pleasures is so loud
it beats the noise of innocent dreams
of parents being proud
of their children
these perfect glittering sparkling eyes
dreams of a place full of lies
Staring at the moon
While on the other side
There are pairs of eyes
That cries
for a place to hide
A place of perfection
nonviolence and youth
Where youth really does mean innocence
And the innocence blooms
A bloom that will bloom forever
and you will succeed in every last endeavor
and each endeavor will be filled with good intentions
and each good intention benefits every one
and everyone helps eachother
And there is no such thing as the death of
A sister or mother.
Where money is the root of all evil
and there is none to be found
Where the truths of hapiness will be expound
Where every thing you eat will
be a confection
and there is no such thing as
a political election
where when you peer
Into the eyes of an adult
There is no eruption of corruption
Where there is not diversion of perversion
but belevolence and innocence
past a point you can not measure
and they are not just seeking pleasure
a pleasure that is hushed by silence so loud
it beats the noise of a parent beiong proud
these eyes so dim
That they can barely swim in hope
so small in size
wishes and prays for a place
that is void of lies
wether it be the glittering, the dim
the one that can barely swim
they each have a jewel within them
Wether it be the proud, the loud
the silenced, the hushed
each have a jewel growing that can not be rushed
when this jewel is fully grown
they will be able to make the decision on their own
wether to stay home where they are
or venture out very far
and switch places so they can be
what they consider truly happy.

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