Cry of the night lark.

I was so emotionless at the time.

I stand alone in the dark.

Looking for the lark that sings.

The song that rejuvinates the mind and soul.

I find emptiness instead.

I walk down the street with my mind torn.

I see the devil with one long horn.

He beckons me inside his house.

With sin carpeting the floor and couch.

I weep with sorrow as I see the damned.

Walking around with sand in their hands.

They look at me with souless eyes.

Trying to tell me all the lies.

I tell the devil that I must go.

He looks at me and says, "I know."

I thank him for the offer,

But I must turn it down.

I walk the streets with my head held down.

My eyes are vacant as my soul weakens.

I look up from my lost thoughts.

I see a child, so weary and weak.

I walk past him as he looks so meak.

The thoughts that are rushing through my mind.

They were once so beautiful and so kind.

I've lost it all; my persona and heart.

I wish with my thoughts that I'd found that lark.

Author's Note

Something that's not meant to be understood, but...well.....felt.

Reviews

[Kimberly Smith]

mmmm.this is my style of writing I loved the way you travel through your mind and wrote it on paper..you gave us everything you were thinking...love it

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weep with sorrow as I see the damned.

Walking around with sand in their hands.

They look at me with souless eyes