I cry out loud in the darkness,
Alone, I call for her to save me from this dreadful night,
To hold me in her arms and stay there till I fall peacefully into sleep,

'Oh mother! Where are you?'

I can hear my conscience scream in pain,
Horrified of the demons hiding in the shadows of objects,
And the monsters under my bed,

'I need you mother.'

Like an infant I weep,
To be heard in the other room,
But for some reason i feel so distant and unheard,

'Please come and hold me in your arms where i feel secure.'

Not a word is heard,
And just like that the storm comes,
Haunting me more and as i call out in fear,

'Mother!'

I try reaching her,
My voice echoes back,
But still no one appears,

'.'

I say no more,
Just lay back on my bed petrified,
Suddenly remembering i am no more at home, I'm all grown up!

Enveloped in an unfamiliar embrace,
In the illumination of flickering candle lights and a nightingale that repeatedly sings in the darkness,
Hushing sounds of the wind and the smell of burnt paper from a distance,
Farthest in my brain I hear hope fighting beyond the bars of a prison that my brain has blocked out completely,
Vandalized heart shatters in gloomy nights and confabulates with my conscience telling it to stabilize,
But little did it know the poignancy and the remorseful scars that have been marked on my soul,
Never ending forgiveness and isolation pierces deep holes inside and yet I survive each night in tears-
Wishing for death to take me away from this atrocious world full of barbarity and destruction,
Even the sky cries from time to time for me to be seen in peace covered in a white cloth and for me to sleep in peace.

I thought that the pain had ceased,
I thought that I was healing,
Like the scars that once marked my body,
Or the memories that once haunted me every night before I slept, they were no more,
But I guess I was wrong,
I mistook my feelings,
I was broken through and through,
I was still drenched in abyss,
My heart still ached and regretted of letting go,
Whatever song I hear,
Whatever I read,
Whatever I watch,
All it leads me to is you,
You're the root cause of all my failures and my hurt,
My soul seeks only your presence,
My comfort, my stability,
You weaken the chains in my heart that were once strong,
Now they just rust on the edge and fall apart in a millionth piece,
I thought that the pain had ceased,
I thought that I was healing,
But I guess I was wrong,
It's all melancholy that has me going on and on,
Though, hope that's kept me calm for so long.

Is it true what the scientists say
That life on earth will end one day?

I guess that they are probably right
There'll be no day, there'll be no night

The ozone layer is full of holes
Rising temperatures melting ice floes

Will we perish in enormous Floods?
The thought of it just chills the blood

Or will earthquakes bury us out of sight
Will fire devour us without a fight?

Storm and tempest, some folk say
Will make us kneel in final prayer

The forecast? Now  I'll give you mine:
It will end in two thousand and seventy nine


Keith Wilson            June 25 2016