Mountains Can Cry
Tina Parker

Here is a mountain larger than life itself:
He is the sentry of the passage of time.
He sustains of life and guards the land.
Within his walls there must be a story
Treasures unfound, adventures waiting to be sought,
Farmers cannot take the time.

With fields to prepare
Oxen to be fed
Family to provide for
Farmers cannot take the time

They ignore the mountain
Like children ingore the old

Soon rains blanket the land
Farmers run for cover
Water runs down canyons;
Tears down his wrinkled ace
The mountain stands his ground
ALONE

Depression
When your hear cries,
No one hears. You try
To speak, but now sound
Emerges. Tears come
Though not released. If
Not vented anger builds.
Trapped in darkness unable
To move. A sinking feeling
Deep inside, pressing harder
And stronger. Reaching out
But nobody's there, walking
By without a care. Holding
On by a silken thread. Falling,
Grabbing at things but they
Shy away, withdrawing
Farther day by day. An empty
Hole that can never be filled.
Then, suddenly, nothing. Just
A deep bright void. No sight,
No smell, no sound. Scream
And it resounds against
Nothing. Shrinking into
Yourself, hiding your face
Trying to fit yourself between
Time and Space.

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