A poem on May 7

In the middle of the night.
A man wakes up full of fright.
A nightmare begins with a horrible event.
His mind has left,which way did it went.
That collected conscience so far away.
As he tries to find it, he ends up with bad days.
He tries to remember someone and yet he cannot.
All the others with their partners, and he can only watch.
He runs away deep into the woods.
Knowing not the way back, that can't be good.
God watches over and tries to tell him.
No need to worry, go far and win.
For its only that old seperent up to usually tricks.
For the lowest of the low, that is who he usually picks.
The man feel so alone, where is she?
She who God has shown to be a part of destiny.

They must work together or they will surely fall.
One day together they will make that tower be tall.
Whoa whoa the man wakes up.
Wanting some water, he gets a cup.
Goes to the desk, to pick up a book.
Realizing he has been bait for the hook.
Those holding the pole,they will have their time.
To reflect on what they did. They wonder why?
I know that, people have to earn trust.
Like a good sword, it wont rust.
Is it good thing to have a friend?
One who will stand with even until the end.
But those people are mysterious and rare.
When something happens, You know who cares.