Like a lamb taken to slaughter.
I'd imagine that's what it would look like, anyways. If it were a cute little cartoon lamb. Big, tear-filled eyes. Long, sad face. Face red and blotchy from crying. Being dragged slowly by a tight rope around it's little neck to the final destination. At some point it may have tried fighting it, pulling on the rope...running the other way. But now it simply walks towards the end, defeated. It no longer can avoid the execution to be passed on this life. So, the little red-eyed lamb with the tear-stained face simply walks, staring blankly ahead. Selfless.
What happens when you want others to see the light you see...but they can't?
What happens when you fight tooth and nail to protect what's yours...but in the end it simply wants to go on it's way?
What happens when you understand, there is no full happiness in life...and you accept it and work your way around it...but find yourself doing it alone?
What happens...what happens...I don't know.
I do know this. It is 3:00 a.m. again, in my world. It is so sad, to think of a life with no sun in it. Of a lifetime with no one there to hold your hand. Of love, without someone there to share the other Twix bar in the pack.
It's all so very, very sad. Especially when the lamb was so happy skipping around a flowery meadow...a few minutes before the rope was tied around her neck.
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