CAIN…
BY. JOSEPH MARSHALL GREENE
Whispers in the night begin to call,
an empire in the west begins to fall,
his shadow is cast upon the wall,
whispering to me about the pain of all.
Is he right? Is he sane?
Does he know that she’s in pain?
Does he know? Does he care?
As his whispers fill the air.
“She has hurt you” he observes,
knowing now why I’m disturbed.
And the loneliness I serve,
is something he does not deserve.
He whispers more and dries my tears,
and casts light upon my fears.
I have been alone for years,
losing all that I hold dear.
One more push into the rain,
and I’ll go running back to Cain.