A Diamond in the Rough

There once was a boy,
Who toyed with the world,
Now the world toys with him.
Where limits once existed,
Now exists a void.
He is victim of his own madness,
A product of his grief,
His happiness once seemingly eternal,
Is now so breathtakingly brief.
Who once was a boy is now a man,
Hardened like a diamond in the rough,
Times are rough and diamonds fade with time,
He has memorized his life line for line.
Altruistic he remains,
Throughout his life the same,
The quality of selflessness never left him,
But now his self is scattered,
Across the very world he once played with.
If the soul is a light,
Sprinkling the heavens,
Than his soul is bent,
As through a prism,
Yet his true colors remain visible,
Though his mind is divided into a schism.
Who was once a man is now dead,
His memory ashes scattered to the winds,
He died as he was born,
A player in the game called life,
But left the world as a looser,
Yet in the end his head was held high.
The diamonds fade,
The oceans evaporate,
The actors curtain draws,
The soul dissipates into the ether…
Is there dignity among the suffering?
Is there strength among the weak?
Is their hope among the faithless?
Are their voices for those who don’t speak?
My answer to all is an emphatic yes,
Those who bear their burden are surely blessed.

I almost didn't view this post at first because I thought that it must have been an earlier draft/version of Diamond in the Rough 2 and hardly even noticed it...but I'm glad that I did because I love this poem so much. You're such a creative person with great insight, keep writing and posting!

Thank you for ALL of your kind replies Lost17Girl. You are a very nice person. Your comments on all of our poetry are helpful and uplifting. Have a good day.

Oh, well thank you. I haven't been online much lately, too much stuff to do out in the 'real world'. Anyway, I look forward to reading more of your poetry.