No. 14 When
A poem I don't remember writing but very much remember the emotion of writing
When I look up in the daylight and see the blue sky
A weight in my heart; a mist in my eye
There's grief which I can't express with my tongue
And burning inside my lungs
I go down to the alley and watch the rain fall
Eyes to the ground; back to the wall
If only I'd look up and see your promise hanging there
The sidewalk returns my stare
When did I lose my way?
When did I misplace my hope?
When did I misstep?
When did I make a mess out of me?
You cry out
"In me child you're complete,
In me you have no need.
Come back to me and be free.
Come back and just be
still."
About the Creator
alan pierce
Recently I published my first novel, The Burning Ones, a sword-and-sorcery-and-cyborg adventure balancing the youthful angst of a coming-of-age story with the realities of a world plagued by war.
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