The Cry So Dark
A child sits at the corner
Laying his hands on the ground
Staring at the moon so bright
Nothing in mind, but sorrow
He speaks to the wind, nothing in reply
He speaks to the tree, with only howling sounds
He speaks to his mind, just haunting thoughts
He then speaks to the people, misunderstood
Nowhere, nobody, senseless and meaningless
That is the life of a boy so complex
He cried out loud, but no one is interested
He wants to run, he wants to escape
He is in chains of the dreadful eyes
Worthless beings who compete for life
A life so arid; prestige: meaningless in the end
There is foolishness in the midst of seriousness
Tell something merry and they will ignore
They imbibe everything he is not
Expect for his best, but he is nothing
He fails, he falls down and stumble
His feet will always tell him to stand
Amidst the rain and cold, he will endeavor
To seek his undying love long forgotten
The existence of someone that completes his being
His search will certainly end
Lest the last drop of tear falls
Lest the sun lose its light, the stars stop shining
In the midst of the crowd, he smiles
Copyright © Mark Daniel Nicasio | Year Posted 2013
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