A Far Cry: (Unseen Dark Side) Poem by Vizo Meyase

Daylight slowly fades in,
Waiting for the hour to past by;
Hours grown frown like
When the evening stars appeared
It began to weep as the black bring it lonesome.

He cries but no man heard his cry.
His stillness pounds to show,
But no one sees his pain,
Uncertainty, his sadness is…
Yet, the dark swallow his pain not to be seen,
Silently he weeps his soul,
To the dark he shares his darkest moment,
For his despair pain becomes unseen by anyone,
His unspoken disheartening becomes unseen dark side.

He sings own lonesome take-apart
For a light of breaking through the darkness,
Yet nobody hears he sang
For, the creeping of the insects
He kept himself waiting
But he could only be heard the hooting!
He tries to vision to the other side,
But the mist above ground is so thick,
In hopeless, but he gazes to the sky,
For heaven sakes, he moaned,
There! The stars twinkles,

He aimed for a star, the galaxy gets powerless,
Shooting for a star,
Amidst came the moonlit,
Amazed! He, when the moon appears before him,
For he thought someone cares to listen to his lone wee?
Sadly, sooner the moon went down,
His notion of the motion stars unable away!
He cried, oh! Is this a curse?
That leaving me alone was not enough
But filled me with murky hours?

Estrange from the stars, he cried;
A Far cry still, his lonesome,
Just an unseen dark side;
The lonely night cries and cries,
And slowly it dies then,
Till when the morning dawn rises.
Unspoken it remained; the silent night:
He weeps to die, like one bleeds to dry: