I Cried Out

At the top of my lungs, I cried out;

to the heavens, the stratosphere, to somewhere far beyond the twinkle of the stars, I cried out.

I cried out.

I cried out to the swirl of energy which encompasses our very being along with every living and nonliving speciment of this dimension.

I cried out.

Camouflaging my tears, I stood there in the rain and cried out.

I cried out.

I asked why; how; when; and what to do now.

I cried out.

To The Almighty, Yahweh himself, the Creator of it all, I cried out.

To my knees, pressed to the earth, I cried out.

You can't fathom this pain, and neither can I, so I cried out.

I cried out.

I cried out.