Crying Out
Startled and dazed,
I stare into the plain.
I call for your praise,
I bellow your name.
Nobody turns,
Nobody hears.
My calls are falling,
Upon deaf ears.
I tell myself,
Don't move.
For the maid,
May not approve.
I pray to God,
Someone will listen.
And rise to help,
But everything remains silent.
I check the beat,
Over and over.
Nothing is stirring,
Nothing is there.
I turn the body,
Hoping it will help.
A few moments pass,
I realise it's gone.
I'm crying out,
Waiting for you.
I stay in my position,
Waiting and crying.
~Simon Taylor~
