Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Starved and Underused Word spelled J.O.Y.

A voice,
It's calling through the darkness
Faintly, weak

Desperate for a response
Growing more frantic
Still a subtle cry though

Drowned out by boisterous voices
The liars of troubled times
Making an attempt to bury the starved one

No, it will not stop
This voice will be heard
No matter how long it takes
No matter how strong or weak it is

As determination grows
The pace of time slows
Sounds from everywhere but this voice become muffled

A slowly gaining courage lifts this voice of piteous longing up
Showing a vividly clear and powder blue sky
This ragged hoarse crying...

These boisterous yells attempt to continue
Giving all their strength to silence a scarred, lame word
A word that despite its ragged disposition, brings beauty
And puts a smile on the faces of all who hear it


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