Black Day

Black Day

A Poem by Mark Anthony Santa Cruz

Today was a black day

And I have no reason to be gay.

My motives have faded

The same way that I have been jaded,

And yet the turbulent moments

Keep playing day by day.


Sometimes when I look

To the sky,

I cannot help but to cry.

I always seem to ask the same questions

Oh why! Oh why!


No answer. I’m not surprised.

For the reaper has taken my prize,

And the result is I have now lost my pride.

Oh my pride! My sweet, sweet pride,

Oh how you’ve been down sized!

And yet, still no one takes my side


Now that the sky has

Lost my interest

I search my surrounding

And notice the trees dying,

For it must be autumn.

For this is the time of the year

When everything begins to die.


The withering of the trees

Sometimes reminds me of my dreams,

How gallant they must have been

How passionate they must have seemed.

Before they were taken by that fiend


Yes today was a black day

And I must say,

My dreams may

Be a needle in a hay Stack,

The needle

May be impossible to find, but

No worries, for I will burn the

Hay and take my needle back!

And keep living through my black days!


© 2008 Mark Anthony Santa Cruz

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Added on April 26, 2008


Mark Anthony Santa Cruz
Mark Anthony Santa Cruz

san antonio, TX

Writing is all I know, it's who I am, and what I do. more..