Cry

[atoztonews]

out for sights you'll never see
for the sounds that will never reach your ears
for the moments your heart will never beat for.

The morning air that will never pass through your lungs
The raindrops you'll never feel on your skin
The rays of sun that will never kiss your eyes.

Broken songs tickling your throat
dredged up then
falling flat note by note.

Cry out for the future you will never see
Cry out for the past you will never remember
and the present you will never live.