Why, on such a sun-filled day
would i awake, crying?
did the sun not rise, for me
to claim this day, make it into
that which i choose?
Why must emotions run in transparent
veins, returning to the heart and back
to the tears that fell, leaving only
an inner shell, that the outer knows not
I look upward to the sky, but it is black
even with the sun staring at me, smiling
a smirk, - maybe he can read emotions,
let him be someone's else road map
for today, i need rain to cover the tears
Joe Howell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-friday/
