When There Is No Help Coming...

(are you looking for the miracles that the
skies could possibly give?

do not gaze too much to the stars
they can make you cross-eyed
for that is what fantasy does to its
follower

do you consult the zodiac animals?
what can a lion do but bite its prey

where is the sun?
it is not there anymore
it is not an all time giver
it gets fed up to when afternoon comes
it will stop comforting you
not even a streak of light
to guide you through the night

and what about this darkness that sits beside you?
is there help coming?

the moon is not there yet
it is still mourning for the recent death
of its lover of
light....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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