by Fallon Sousa, 18
I have listened to such thunder
as I walked beyond the trees,
like a chained, forgotten lover
who hopes only to be freed.
As I fade into the darkness;
each soft whisper in the night,
I pray to gods of silence–
so that none shall hear my cry.
I have left you in a hurry;
you will scarcely hear me breathe
even though I have sought wonder
far beyond my own true need.
Once I’ve realized that I’m lonely,
and you take away my pain–
we can hold hands and walk slowly
through the heavens, in the rain.