Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Windowsill.

I'm sitting in my windowsill,
In this very moment,
Reading the clock hit 12:29pm
And crying.

Watching the shining stars,
In the cloudy,
Bluish-grayish sky,
Blink and twinkle.

Feeling the winter winds,
That pass through
My cracked-open window,
Brush against my face.

Hearing faint sounds of crickets,
Who jump and prance,
In the green grassy gardens,
Of my neighbourhood.

All while I do this,
I cry.
I beg.
I scream.

I ask for my brothers health,
For my father's courage,
For my mother's pain,
For everyone's forgiveness.

I ask the stars in the sky,
I ask the breeze in the wind,
I ask the crickets in the grass,
I ask them all.

Why can't anything ever just be
okay?