You cry in the corners of the world, because the spotlight will blind your eyes if you were to step out
You cry in the darkness of your mind, because outside you know nothing else but to hold a smile
You cry in front of the lord, because he is the only one you'll let see your pain
What has this world done to you? What have you done to be destroyed?
How can you still be standing by the time the sun sets, by the time of dusk?
You cry among the stars, and you’ll only cry during storms
So then your tears would be hidden among those of the god

Withered walk that betrays a tale,
Stumbled forward, fallen back.
Every step now smaller than the last,
Under this carried cross unfair.

See the millstone grind its weight
Upon shoulders worn and frail.
No peace, just pain;
A broken boy behind that smile.

Let him pass on fragile ground,
Ever on toward his breaking point.
Watch that weight he carried far
Come welcome crashing down.

Tom Lefort - August 2025.

THE SAD ONES
You are used to loneliness
Grief is your only friend.
You walk in silence, with voices in your mind.
But with me, there is gospel:

Carry on, carry on.
Stare at the sky ,I'm there.
You are not alone. Stare at the sky.

This is hope.
If you're scared, go to church,
And find triumph in those silent battles.
Salvage what remains.
You've been lost for a while...

Here is your salvation.
You will be fine.

Sometimes I tend to be a catalyst,
Carrying things to light,
Rooting them deep where they belong.

Nothing bad,
It's what I do,
I'm proud to ferry,
The things they carry.

We must carry great faith in our young writers,
I must carry great faith in me,
Carry great faith in he, they, she,
Who?
Those who will inherit the art we cherish,
Keep it close, stringing together what emotions were lost,
We know the real cost.

Our final steps
are never meant to be
one step on the moon
or a leap for mankind.

It was your memory,
intangible.
metaphysically physical
synaptically existing.

My mother's
mothering
mother, Bernice.

or

A lover's
loving
love, Helena.

or

Writer's
writing
wrote, poems.

May be true they won,
So, we shall carry on.

Our greatest gift,
To be swift,
In complete darkness.

They shall be snide,
Keep your head held high,
For beyond the storm therein lies,
a beautiful grand blue sky.

Let them think they won,
As we carry on,
Headstrong.

Ready for whatever may come,
Showing everyone,
What we can become,
As we carry on.