Hopelessness
What can the sky
so blue, tell us
about the way we feel.
Do we cry like
the rain. Big wet
drops or beam
like the sun.
Cold like the ground.
Strong as the sea.
Silver like the moon.
Dark as the night.
Can we hold the
earth in our hands.
What will it be,
Hopelessness.
Will the night become
bright. Can the moon
fall to earth. Can
we pick it up,
throw it back to
its resting place. Can
I hold the world
on my shoulders. Will
I sink into oblivion.
Burst out into
the light.
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One more for the night, hope you all like.
~ B. Whetstone
