When I feel desperate and cry,
I lift my eyes unto the sky,
And look for answers over there,
Where man has not planted Despair.
When I feel left by Heaven's hand,
I take a pen into my hand,
And in the whiteness of a page,
I seek to calm my pain and rage.
Beautiful expression of handling emotion in a short poetic form. Thanks!
better that than with a gun pen and paper are more fun! (and less bloody)
Eyes are up to sky..searching an answer and poet or poetess they take the tears as ink and compose, give a gift to the blinking world Sandra very thoughtful, calm and placid placed the human above the Angels....thank you
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When I feel desperate and cry I lift my eyes into the sky - grabs instant attention. A short crispy poetic version of handling emotion. Thanks to the poet