Poetic Tales and Philosophical Days: The Creator

Inner Feelings

Dust to Dust, I walk among great steps of legends
Ashes to Ashes, I weep for the sorrows of mortal toil
I walk among the sands, the rock and the snow
I climb the highest mountain to yell across vast empty space
My voice echoes like anger and hatred
My hear weeps in melancholy despair
The fires are hot like a volcano
My tears leaves stains like a thick oil
To what do I owe my existence to? What do I do when the voiceless let's loose anger?
Why cry when the weakness will be called out? Why yell when it only pushed the help away?
Helping hands like gentle angelic wings
A voice a healing wind
Put me to sleep so I can feel happy
Dreams make everything go away
No nightmares, no distress
No anger, only smiles
No tears, only laughter
Goodnight moon and sun
Till the day I awake I will see you again