Noah

"Looking to be saved"

Running across the sand 

Finding a feeling that I never had 

Nowhere to be found 

Screaming but without a sound 

Like a storm without the clouds 

Simplicity is my torture 

Now solitude is my shelter 

Every now and then 

I hear but I am not awake

Sewing the wound in my heart 

But the needle slips and falls 

As I try to grab the thread

The sun beans it rays upon my head 

And now I must go inside and lay 

My head starts to pound the ground

As I turn and find no one around

I’m hiding from the world 

Swimming trying not to drown 

I’m flying high on solid ground

A church; where is my steeple now?

***Johnny A. Rojas***

August 27, 2010