2 Many Questions, So Few Answered Poem by Allysyn Bryant

The sun shining, High in the sky
Silently I sit and watch the clouds pass by
I think and wonder, as the wind comb my hair
Of how such a beatiful place, can be so unfair.

Parents who've lost, childern in need
Ungiving souls rotting with greed
There are so few who can truely see
Pain, Hurt, and the Curelty
And sadly, It's all a pity...

It's the little things in life
That most don't give a second thought
Always running, always hurrying
No one taking time to stop worrying

I look up and see a kite in the sky
A red bird flies by...

'If only, if only the red bird sings
And flies with extended wings...
Then people would stop and finally see
What it means to truely be free...'

Emotionless faces pass me by
No one, any longer, have the light in their eye..
The day looks bad, I won't lie.
Standing in this crowd, not making a sound
My head just keep spinning round and round.
I feel as if I'm in someone else's skin
The air is becoming way too thin
Hard to breathe, can't break free...
Frozen in place, my mind is in a race
I must find a way to escape.

I run. I'm getting tired. Run faster.
Don't know where i'm going
Surely I'll find my place soon

Open my eyes. I haven't moved.
The world hasn't changed.
I wonder if it ever will....

I look up to the sky and simply ask...

'Why? '

September 22nd,2008