A Distant Cry
(A simple Poem)
I am but a distant cry
That fades into the wind
And turns into a silent soul
With sorrow trapped within.
My story's kept within myself.
My pain, I cannot tell
And those who think they know me best
Still don't know me well.
My thoughts are like a stranger's face--
Just passing by unknown.
I keep them in a secret place
But there, they feel alone...
My mind is just a hollow pit
That does not see the light,
And in a corner filled with pain
I hurt. I cry. I write.
I stumble in this darkened hole.
I tremble and I crawl.
I try to stand just one more time.
I give up and I fall.
I whisper through my tearful voice
In anguish and despair--
What some would call a lonely wish.
It feels more like a prayer.
If only I could scream out loud.
If only this would end,
Perhaps someone will hear my soul
Through a desperate poet's pen.
You'll never understand my cry
You'll never know my pain
If I do not take this pen and try
To tell you what remains
Of a heart that has a crippled beat
That staggers down life's road
Trying to live within this world
A weak and limping soul.
What remains is just a fragment
Of hope in fragile state,
Hanging tightly by a thread
To a mustard seed of faith.
Walking calmly in this world,
I live each granted day
A silent, unknown, lowly soul--
A distant cry away.
T.S. Wilkins
