Tell Me

Tell me,

Where is the light in all

this darkness?

~ 

Tell me,

What is the reason behind

this chaos?

~ 

Tell me,

Why are the blooming trees

now bare?

~

Tell me,

Will this winter

ever end?

~

Tell me,

Can you hear the song beyond

this silence?

~

Tell me,

Are there still stars behind

the clouds?

~

Tell me,

Am I alone in this

vast universe?

~

Tell me,

How can I quench this

incessant longing?

~

Tell me,

Is there good in all this bad?

Is there a promise through the pain?

Is there any more joy to be had?

Will flowers truly spring from rain?

~

Tell me,

Because the lies

And the soul-deep voices

And the midnight monsters

And the haunting choices

Are

So

Loud

~

Still, small voice—

Tell me

~

 

Disclaimer: Please remember that when writing poetry I (as do many other poets) tend to exaggerate a certain feeling which I may or may not be feeling. I like to place myself in other people’s shoes and try to feel what they are through my words. While poetry is a glimpse into the author’s heart, it is also not an autobiography and merely a glimpse—not the whole picture. Rest assured that I am not depressed. =)