The jumble of thoughts

I hope it makes sense

A thousand stars lighting the sky

Night settles upon the Earth as I look

The troubles of day melt like butter

As the sun sets once more

And yet as I watch the night roll by

A sadness grips me by this brook

"The day has gone," I slowly utter

Will this night end? I am not sure

 

As I sit here sadly, by the shore

As the wind begins to mutter

I grieve for all that death has took

The people who will surely die

 

And with this thought, I start to cry

Unfurl my feelings, and yet, the brook

It seems to understand my stutter

And light is glinting on the floor

The sun is rising, I'm not sure why

And as if they're captured by a hook

My hands are flailing, all a-flutter

Why did day start? I am not sure

Author's Note

Sorry about repeating the few words again.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Its very understood,it makes all the sense in the world ,the ever coming and going question on our minds
What is this whats the end..
A sun rises and a sun sets,days goes by and I see so many deaths and people surely to die
With this I start to cry,seems like the brook understand my stutter
again the sun rises really dont know why,should not everything have a reason
why is it we have non..why did the day start ,that I will never understand
The questions again and again ,you put it so nicely,loved the philosophie
lovely write..

[mischeif]

Wow that all I can say Wow

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Very good. A Poet in the Making.

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

i like how you took to this patteren, you took to it like fish to water. and tho' words were repeated it is well thought out and mythodical thought out. well done.