Pain and tears like falling rain
Flood your cheeks then fall away
Shadows drift like clouds of smoke
Gone adrift then gone astray.
Hunger, death and daily work
thank god for flight, like a bird.
Sadness like unkept gravestones
but no one sees the skin and bones.
Beautiful landscapes fade to all but blurs.
The future and the world are yours.
Note From Editor
I was very struck by the vivid imagery in this poem, and I think that the author has a gift for weaving quite beautiful, haunting images together. The stark, bare lines created layers of atmosphere and potentiated each other, and built to a whole that was arresting and striking. A beautiful uplifting ending, too.