The Cry
When you
feel the earth more than you ought
Then your
senses require you reduce it to naught
Distress
of humanity will destroy your sanity
No matter
where you elope, the same agony
If your
soul resonates, sadness is always behind
You
cannot speak unless it is the rhyming kind
People
will frighten your conscious being
Too many
have whipped that delicate scaffolding
Witness
the misery of a soul cast into silence
Waiting,
invisibly reaching for love forever salient
Extremes
experienced will deflate and elate
Only the
straight-edge can protect from the slippery skate
No answer
as to why only that internal cry out
Each smile,
each song, each player devout
No
explanation, no answer to the intrinsic question
Witness
so many graves of those who lost life’s altercation
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