cries softly    

cries softly into the night,
sounds which slowly disappear
becoming one with the winds,
as a chill hangs in the air.

cries softly into the night,
shivers running down her spine
a feeling of emptiness
as words unspoken arise.

cries softly into the night,
a feeling of hollowness,
of loss, of ever constant pain,
wondering when the end will come.

cries softly into the night,
sounds deafened by the waves
rolling in rhythmically,
mesmerizing, but voices come.

cries softly into the night,
listening to these voices
carried on the night winds.
looking for the answers.

cries softly into the night,
constantly seeking relief
but finding only sorrow,
a nagging emptiness always.

cries softly into the night,
watching the hatred spewed
from the mouths of others,
ignoring the consequences.

cries softly into the night,
the ever present greed
challenging the livelihood,
the existence of others.

cries softly into the night,
feeling the pain of all others,
feeling the pain in herself,
ever constant, always there.

cries softly into the night,
knowing this will go on
no matter what is tried
to combat all the injustice.

cries softly into the night,
still searching for the answers
never to materialize,
never to bring respite.

cries softly into the night
for what seems an eternity,
an everlasting quest for answers,
always feeling the night's chill.

cries softly into the night,
walking in total darkness.
searching for that elusive light,
the answers long sought after.

cries softly into the night,
filled with despair, with longing,
images clouding the mind
never to be forgotten

cries softly into the night.

 

 


the wolf is my messenger

 

 


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