Cry Alone by Nicole Terry A mind was buried today Swallowed whole by the dark truth of moral inevitability A first attempt of reticent immortality like the feel of a stolen kiss: scraped raw on newly spun leather. Control like a bouquet of iron flowers dimly blooming behind the shadows; outlawed words shifting on a violent breeze no one wants to listen to but everyone eventually hears. On the eve of a fading glimpse at the flagrant sun spilling regretful amounts of righteousness into the chaotic abyss, Liars gathered around the grave weeping lonesome tears— selfish desires of ubiquity. The rest of us, gathered in the skeletal limbs of ancient trees, are punished for not obeying the mechanical god’s unspoken commandments Peering ominously through our oppressed lives. Somewhere someone begins to laugh to save themselves from feeling alone but the bonepickers in their unbelievable levity listen carefully for the casket to touch fresh earth that they may escape from their self-torment and finally feel “free” despite the deluded bars on their windows. © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED [more Poetry] [Sensual Poetry]