Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The Cries of Skies


Somehow, lies are more painful to some
Turn away... when faced with what must be done
Like everlasting peace, all such are truly none
Behold... storms of truth summoned forth to come.

Screaming voices, loud as breaking glass
Skies turn dark, as the night has been cast
Forsaken by life, one that shall not ever last
Seek not hope, for this change is far too fast.

Pale blackness in a clouded chaotic ocean
Desperation in twirls of distorted commotion
The absence of stars deprives the direction of motion
"Stand up." Accept the truth that has once been chosen.

Someone is born as someone elsewhere dies
Can it be that one must fall only for another to rise?
Plants seem to live... only with the cries of skies
Painful as it is truthful, overcoming all denies.

This sky will someday cease to be plain
Emerging back to the quiet fall of rain
Did you expect the truth long before it came?
Then... why wait for another storm to blame?




Writer's Notes:

This poem is now a semi finalist on poetry.com's International Poetry Contest!
I really hope it makes it to the finals! ^_^
I've recently heard that its part of the coffee table book Immortal Verses that will be published in Spring 2007!