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