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.