Category: Writers Block
Sitting on an out stretched branch of a big tree,
Watching the universe spin by.
I wait for the moon to come and put the world to sleep as it sings it's night time lullaby.
Some, though it sings it's sweet closing song, find no rest.
Their left barely breathing in pools of darkness.
Waiting for a door to open,
Hoping for a call of pardon
Wishing for some one to save them.
Silence drowns out their voices.
tucking them into the shadows. as the night encompasses their souls.
No one noticed their weeping,
as they fall off the edge of existence.
The world surrenders to the lullaby, failing to see it's injustice,
and one by one we die.
for something so bleak, it was beautiful, Maria.