Cries of the Innocent

Darkness has settled over the skies.
Clouds thick and grey full of evaporated tears,
The cries of the innocent rustle through the trees.

Wind chafing faces and chapping lips,
Like dirty fingertips, soiled, cutting...
On the flesh of the innocent.

In an empty house all you can hear,
is the echo of yesterdays,
Forlornly sobbing.