Voices of the Unheard

Mid-August

Mid-August..

Helplessly hiding from the daylight i far too often feel rather alone in such a small place.

So I bury myself.

If i dig deep enough maybe these emotions won't find me..

For i couldn't save you..

Nor could the medically inclined...

We all just stood there..

With our hands in our pockets..

Struggling in silence.

Without a cure or even an inspirational "go-to" plan.

Then without notice the sky came crashing down.

And your mighty roar came to but a mere hush.

As the room flooded with an array of panic-stricken red and blues..

Motionless you lay.

Staring straight into the heavens themselves.

Words becoming nothing more then a muse by then..

We embrace you once more.

As you grew wings.

And swallowed everything up in a pure white.

That mid august day.

- Mello Sakia