Poem – The King of Kindness

And the King of Pain and Kindness raised his head
“When people die are they really dead?”
As the court looked at him, baffled, not knowing how to answer him, the king continued
“I asked, and I will ask once more, when people die are they dead for sure?”
A deadly silence blew through the crowd
Like a knife it sliced the air, but no one seemed to care
They were all just looking, a blank stare at their faces
No one knew, no one knew what the king was on or what he’ll do
“I see the blank stares, the minds that don’t care.
For you, I know the answer, it’s not a secret that all of you are dead.
And it pains me, it makes me sad, to see living beings that are already dead.
In my heart and in my head, I don’t feel dead.
My body is weak, I can’t hear and I can barely see, but I am alive, that’s what’s inside of me.
The eyes of mine that can’t see and the ears of mine that can’t hear are nothing to be afraid,
I feel, I can see with my heart, I can tell with my mind, and as I look around I feel like I can’t leave it be.
When you look into your heart are you free?
Listen to the music of your heart, dance and sing, feel the love and come back to me.
Children of the regretful prophecy, I am sure there is no need to be afraid of me, I didn’t kill you, but you will kill me.
I see, there are a few of you that can look down your heart, but there are many more that can’t see anything but the floor.
Don’t worry children, as a king of kindness and pain I won’t die in vain.
Give me your pain and I shall open your eyes, give me your pain and I’ll let you hear, give me your pain and I will take away your fear and once again give me your pain and I shall share with you my love, my kindness.
From now on I will keep silent, I have no choice.
Be patient I am getting to the point.
I can’t stop the story, the world is still spinning, but I can determine its end.
If only I could find the right words, but your ears won’t hear.
If only I could find the right deeds, but your eyes won’t see.
Slowly I will disappear, you won’t hear me, you won’t see me, but you shall feel me.
Because I found a way, the way to revive your hearts and minds.
Your souls shall thank me one day, but for now I hope you’ll enjoy the end of my play.”
So said the King and so it was
His appearance, it only was
Useless and lazy went away
Darkness vanished from the hearts
And where once hatred was love ruled
As the pain went away
The King went with it
And with the pain the dead were gone
Only the living remained
Except for the one living
He was gone.