Joker Green

A Friendly Side – Our Painful Cry

No one knows
this cut
within this lonely hut
that is left to rot
like yesterday...people forgot.


No one feels
this cry
out of asking ourselves why
like everything...better to say goodbye
rather than a wave of hand and the word ‘hi’.


No one hears
the thoughts of tears
created out of countless fears
like the ending is near
and any second now...the light will be clear.


Perhaps someone will
and things will shine
and life will be all bright and fine
and it’s’s all okay,
and we will say are our Ray...and you will make our Day.


With Love and Hope,


  • orchidee

    Good write J.

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