Tell me,
Where is the light in all
this darkness?
~
Tell me,
What is the reason behind
this chaos?
~
Tell me,
Why are the blooming trees
now bare?
~
Tell me,
Will this winter
ever end?
~
Tell me,
Can you hear the song beyond
this silence?
~
Tell me,
Are there still stars behind
the clouds?
~
Tell me,
Am I alone in this
vast universe?
~
Tell me,
How can I quench this
incessant longing?
~
Tell me,
Is there good in all this bad?
Is there a promise through the pain?
Is there any more joy to be had?
Will flowers truly spring from rain?
~
Tell me,
Because the lies
And the soul-deep voices
And the midnight monsters
And the haunting choices
Are
So
Loud
~
Still, small voice—
Tell me
~
Disclaimer: Please remember that when writing poetry I (as do many other poets) tend to exaggerate a certain feeling which I may or may not be feeling. I like to place myself in other people’s shoes and try to feel what they are through my words. While poetry is a glimpse into the author’s heart, it is also not an autobiography and merely a glimpse—not the whole picture. Rest assured that I am not depressed. =)
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