A moment of thoughts
turned sour
A moment which lasts past it’s time
of ending
Thoughts became tears pounding
to the floor
Life looked like death dying
God weeping
For reasons beyond belief
Loneliness crawling in darkness of day and night
Until I kiss the imaginary bars
of imprisonment
Still, steel and another day of isolation
God crying tears, pray
Prayers then weep
wave hands in the air
Searching for
only to slide to the floor
Crying a soul cry
wondering when will it ever end
another soul cry, God.
Charles Blackwell is a nationally and internationally published poet who lives in Oakland.