Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Yelling at the Sky

Sometimes at night 
Deep into the night 
I go outside and yell at the sky 
I raise my voice to its highest octave 
Then I cry my deepest cry 
All of my anger goes into that cry 
All of my sadness 
My long lost tears 
In the nighttime hour 
When others are having the time of their lives 
I sit here, in the dark, thinking of memories of you 
I stare at the night sky wishing to catch a glimpse of you 
When I yell at the sky, I hope that I yell enough for my voice to be heard by God 
So that maybe, just maybe you will hear me 
Hear how much I miss you 
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2014