A budding writer's collection

SEEN UNDER THE SILENT NIGHT SKY

Daylight floods the horizon,

Its unforgiving brightness puts the scars to shame

Jarring, rugged, angry red marks,

The sun doesn't miss the chance to mock.

Row, row, row the boat,

Away from the moor that houses the past

Row, row, row the boat,

Never rest thy arms,

Let the rhythm of the oars silence the roars.

Jagged is the shore,

Rocky is the path beyond

But the sea served you well,

So whisper a silent prayer to the watcher above.

Lush forest beyond the sharp stone-land,

Joyous as you are, beware of the follies of glee

It does look hopeful, maybe the redemption is close,

But the sun's rays scorch your back,

The past followed you here.

What are you going to do?

Hide under the silent night sky,

Revel in the bliss of its clemency,

Felt seen under the moonlight's soft gaze,

Never leaving you alone,

Alighting your tears.

Your tears flow unbidden,

Your tears flow unhidden

Each night you pick up the shovel

With that chant's echo guiding your actions.

Shame was never put to rest,

But each day the ground lost its brethren

The shovel and its hesitant digs,

Small steps for those who view,

But you know its power.

Await each nightfall with bated breath,

Protect the shovel from the sun's rays

And as the night arrives silently in its chariot,

Dig that grave, till all that hatred finds its place.

Six feet and then some more,

Paint its sepulchre with all your unshed tears

Till it pains no more,

And the eyes cease to be melancholy's vessel

Let that be its final resting place,

Seen under that silent night sky.