“Life ain’t no crystal stair”
That’s what she told me
Told millions
They all listened
It sounds nice
Poetic diction but not useless fiction
A crystal is bright and pure
Clear cut and serene
Life ain’t that
Vague years ending as death nears
Unheard, blocked by the sound
Can you hear it?
The pain of a billion cries
(Yes I said a billion)
Yet we all have the want to live
A will to live only for what?
The knowledge that the end will still find you
Another day when judgment will ring true
But ‘joy commeth in the morning’
That’s what the good book says
Its morning now
I watched the stars melt away into a blue abyss
Reflecting the world’s tears in their sparkle
Saw the sun rise into the sky
Its massive weight not even able to
Lift my spirits
Felt its warm breeze on cursed skin
And heard the birds sing
Yet my heart sings a different song
One of nighttime sorrows
And apocalyptic mornings
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