A ball is kicked
Changing the world from one
State to the next
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Motion.”
A ball is kicked
Changing the world from one
State to the next
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Motion.”
It has been so long
Since I heard your voice
An eternity has passed
Since I felt your arms
A gulf separates your
Eyes and mine
Will I ever see you again?
Rain trickles down the
Sides of the bus, commuters
Make their way to work
A dark, heavy blanket lies over my being
I don’t want to eat, or drink, or laugh, or sleep
I don’t want to dream for I know
The morning will rise and I will be burdened with
A shadow
Following me
Watching
Spying
Lurking
Preying
I pray that the night will not end
I pray
That my dreams will grant me peace
For the torment of the day coupled with the torment of the night is too much for my soul to bear
I remember my past
And dark days
Interspersed with nights so cruel
I try to escape the waves threatening to break over me
But crippled with fear
I cannot move
There is a crack in the roof
An invisible line that cannot be seen
And no-one would know, nor perhaps
No-one would care
But when it starts to rain
And the rain turns to a storm
The crack in the roof
Makes itself known