Joy In Jail

On this day,

We’ll watch the sun pat the sky in the back

As it bleeds scripts

We soak our souls in ink

And watch our fists blink in sorrow

On this day,

Our tears will echo to the depths of the heavens

As we roar with rusted emotions

We mourn for the living dead

But today we don’t recite our eulogies, we mime them

On this day,

We hope for hope

As we tell our shadows to hide their faces

We won’t decide the future’s fate

We wait for heavens response, as these scripts speak in still small voices