Water

A Poem by Mulk.Ian

A poem about the rain and water, has a twist at the end. If you feel like it is too weird, just keep reading. The twist willl help it all make sense

“I think it’s gonna rain”

“What makes you say that?”

“The fish are upset”

“You can tell that from up here?”

“Yep, it’s obvious. Can’t you hear them?”

“I only hear the waves”

“Yeah, they are nicer to listen to. They sing such a beautiful song this time of day.”

“You act like such a freak sometimes”

Do you hear it
Behind the light pitter patter of rain in between strikes of great lightning
Someone is crying
The thunder masks it
The rain covers it
The wind forces it to bed down
But there is screaming
So much pain
Listen
Can you hear the screams
The screams behind the storm
She hears them
All of them
All of the screaming
“They are so loud”
“Are they in pain?”
“Yes”
“From what?”
“I don’t know”
“I don’t hear any voices”
“Yeah, the rain is too loud”

“Dude your mile swim has gotten so much faster”
He likes the feeling of moving through the water
Barely able to breathe while your skin shrivels up
The feeling of the water is like pure tranquility
“Yeah I’ve been practicing a lot more often”
“That’s obvious, it feels like you have been living at the pool”
“Yeah, it’s just so much more peaceful here”
“I get that, but seriously, you live right next to the Atlantic, why don’t you just swim in there”
“There is too many voices”
Every time he swims in the great blue he hears them
They speak to him softly
Their beckoning interrupts his meditation
He just wants that tranquil feeling
Why are there voices where there should be silence
“Voices? Bruh stop playing so much”
“Haha yeah my bad, I am just afraid of sharks”
“Sharks?”
“Just a small fear of mine”
Fear, the the voices are afraid
Always so afraid

“Honey she’s crying again”
“What? she was just asleep!”
“It’s the storm, she hates the storm”
The shriek of a child who doesn’t understand it
Who doesn’t understand why there is such pain in the rain
An infant, too small to comprehend
She understands one thing though
This voices are afraid
“She just won’t stop crying
“It’s weird, there is no lightning or noice”
“I don’t know what would make her so scared”
Her parents hold her close but to her there is no safety
They are everywhere
In every drop
Every puddle
Every lake
She hears them all
She is truly scared
“Why is she so scared”
Because she should be

“I think my son is color blind”
Blood
“What makes you say that ma’am?”
Blood
“Well, every we went down to the lake and my son asked me why the water was red”
Blood
“Did the water look red to you?”
Blood
“No, it was a greenish blue”
Blood
“Has he shown any signs of colorblindness in the past?”
Blood
“No he sees everything else just fine”
There’s blood in the water, can’t you see it
There’s blood in the water, can’t you smell it
There’s blood in the water, can’t you feel it
He does
He feels it all
He sees the blood every time he swims
Every time he goes to the beach with friends
Every time it rains
There is blood everywhere

The old wooden pews, worn with age and wisdom through the years
With every mass, an understanding to learned
“Good evening father, may I speak with you?”
“Of course, what is it?”
“Has there ever been anything in the Bible that says the different ways people might be cursed”
What can be learned from the pain
From the voices
What great knowledge can be learned
“Well, there are different examples of people being cursed by God”
Cursed
Are we all just cursed
“Is there any account of being cursed with hearing voices?”
“My son, are you hearing voices?”
“Yes, but not constantly”
“Then when?”
“When it’s raining”
Water
It’s always around water

“I love the rain, it’s so peaceful”
“Yeah it’s so nice just to hear it lightly come down”
The most beautiful things in life are peaceful
Beauty is always found in peace
True uninterrupted peace
“It makes me just want to curl up for a while”
“That sounds so nice nice right now”
Doesn’t it?
Just the light drops of water hitting the windows
Seeing the gray and dark sky slowly fall to the earth below
It is so beautiful
It makes you want to spend time with the ones you know the most
The ones you truly care about
It is beautiful
You don’t even know what else is going on in the world
Ignorance
True ignorance
Blissful ignorance

Hey I’m talking here
Yeah you hear me
You think I’m ignorant
That’s ignorant
Everything is ignorant
Everyone is
There’s screaming in the most peaceful of places
That’s what makes them peaceful, the ability to not here
Because it’s not always raining
Sometimes there’s screaming in someone’s heart
A soul that has been forces into submission, crying to get free
There is pain in every back alley but no one chooses to hear it
Some have lost the ability to scream
Hey I’m talking here
Are you paying attention
Are you paying attention to the things around you
The pain and issues that people are forced to deal with can not always be heard
Sometimes the best thing you can do is just listen
So listen to me
I’m crying out
Everyone is
We all want to get out
The ones who hear the screaming are the only non-ignorant ones
The ones who can hear the crying of a lost soul
The ones who can tell when someone want to stop living their life
They don’t want to hear them
But they are the only ones can help
They can help
They have to help
They need to help
Everyone needs their help
They are not ignorant
They are beautifully aware

Truly beautiful