Why is it that
On the cloudiest of days
The world, Is still not portrayed
In its true form
Its still too bright
Still too light
Almost a piece holy
Here on earth
When not even the church
Symbolizes holy half the time
Still a building
With shadows of darkness
Everything unknown
The evil able to do
As it wants
Just as it was during the unexpected daylight
Yet the silence it holds
Is perfectly unnerving
Comforting as death is inevitable
Wishing it could last forever
And I could walk the streets unknown
To enjoy the cool atmosphere
With dew at my feet for an eternity as everyone slept
All to myself
Not having to worry
About anyone interfering
Not even the realities of life
And maybe able to share it with one or two people
To show them this world
I live in
This “night” I seem to live for
Craving most moments
Not caring what the weather is
Just to go out
A walk on this world
As it does during the day
As the pressures release
I feel as if I can let these wings go
I hide inside
To walk as the person I am
The true soul show
The one I hide in this capsule body
Only meant to produce
Things it never asked to do
Here in the midnight walks
My soul enjoys the summer
And refreshes its self
As its wings unfold
And are repaired as I walk the streets
Giving air to the feathers
As the blood drips to the ground
That hiding them has caused

Robert
Ryan
Cress


 
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