the day was cold, the day we all gathered out there on a stoney green hill...
everyone was lost in anger and sorrow, no one spoke a word thought..
everyone with their thoughts to themselves...
feeling all alone inside, like their whole existence was going to end right there and then.
the dark clouds had began to form as the day grew short...
Only light left was a circle above the stone he was under...
His son gathered in the light above the stone, in his mind...
Thinking about all the good times, he had had with his father...
The light as though reminder, to help them though the darkness...
When the light dimmed to nothing but a distant memory...
All the people who had been there had begun to break up as the clouds were leaving a cold a lonesome rain...
All who remained in the glare of the lightning was the son...
He asked above, why did you do this, and questioned his fathers whole life
He fell to his knees, receiving no answer and began to break into tears...
The drops of rain though, made it seems that no tears were falling, as if to whipe them away from his face in comfort, to show he was not alone in his sorrow...
he felt the cool of the rain and felt his empty heart fill up with it...
he let go all the emotions he had with the rain, and felt whole again...
lone_wolf_7 · Tue Apr 26, 2005 @ 05:20pm · 0 Comments |