Hope by Ivy Jones

Hope

A man said to the universe “I’m here.”

“Can you not see me? Can you not hear me?”

“I have been her since the beginning” he

Continued to yell up at the heavens.

“Why are you punishing me with the plague?”

“I am innocent. A by standard with

No help, no love, no support in my life.”

“I’m here. Can you not see me or hear me?”

Clouds began to shift and shape to cover

The small shimmer of light that shown on

The dead ground, once alive and green but now

Is barren as a wanting mother. Hope.

“My family is dead. My wife and kids

Taken too soon from this world good time.”

“I’m here. Can you not see me or hear me?”

The man continued to yell in hopes of

A response from the Gods. Yet nothing came.

He laid on his knees like a beggar starved.

The expression on his face said it all.

Darkness had consumed him soul, body, and

Mind. The shell of a man was left behind.

“I’m here. Can you not see me or hear me?”

Finally after so much time had passed

The universe answered his questions now.

“We can see you and hear you all the time

But we cannot answer your prayers. It was

For told that the world would suffer for sins.

We are sorry you were caught in the wind.”

“I am here. You can see me and hear me.”

Life had come back to the shell of a man.

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Poem of the Day: 

A Man Said to the Universe

BY STEPHEN CRANE

A man said to the universe:

“Sir, I exist!"

“However,” replied the universe,

“The fact has not created in me

“A sense of obligation.”