A cry sounds out, only into silence;
As one wonders, is it the falling of insanity?
When no one comprehends the pain,
Alone it echoes off it'self-displaced & lost to the world,
An endeavor to construe life's work; left as on a shelf unused,
A cry lies waiting to be heard, but not,
Thus it leaves it's mark confiscated once again,
Alone, not quite, for Out of the Darkness shines a light,
A sign of hope beams through;
When God's love has reached out to you.
Sept.13/09
This proves a fine devotional, Jean, with plenty of angst expunged! You deliver a clear message of hope by the end which helps lift even the most jaded of souls! Warm regards, John.
This poem is great. I could reflect to it's meaning in many ways. As though something crying out to be released once again. and the word of god is always taken with very special meaning. thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is relatable! I can feel the angst!