Evening’s cry

Loud wailing in the dark

but no one can hear.

Streets aren’t filled with lights

but sorrows and despair.

Even the lightest smile

behind is pain

One wonders when it stops

though no one concerns

this path is blank

but the other is clear.

still chose that forlorn

Deep in that dark lonely way

a light that easily be swayed

though slowly living amidst the evening

One hopes for morning;

that on that evening

someone stops the crying of evening.

-evening