Inversions by Rich Herrick

Inversions

Synthetic clouds in a painted sky.
Tear-stained dreams and tainted lies.
Thoughts of hope in a world doomed.
A restless soul locked in a tomb.

Smiles of day become cries of night.
A brave soul who gave up the fight.
Thoughts of love from a mind of hate.
A haphazard wave of the Hand of Fate.

Soft whispers are silent screams.
Nightmares that crowd out the dreams.
Thoughts of care in a selfish land.
Men struck down by their own hand.

The life and times we all share,
an inversion of what should be there,
an imbalance of hopes and fears,
a surplus of pain and tears.