Cycle

October 23, 2011

Sadness falls upon the world like the darkness of night.
Melancholy blows over the hills like a light breeze.
Hope, joy and freedom elude us like butterflies.
Suffocating in the hopelessness of life.
The people of the world cry.
Tears fill the streams and rivers.
The flowers curl over as if weeping.
Bleakness fuels the world, like electricity.
Sorrow befit for a King.
And every breath filled with misery.
The desolation becomes too much.
The laughter, the fun, the point, evades the planet.
A sombre sun rises…
Repeat.