Signs Poem by matthew broxton

I open my eyes,

I don't know if you're there,
I open them again.

I don't know if you're there,
or if my message will get through.
I raise my head to the sky,
and let out a deafening cry.

People look around,
think that I'm mad,
they want to call the police,
so that they can put me away.

Nothing happens,
clocks still tick,
nobody smiles,
they just sigh.

The clouds are overcast,
no lightning strikes.
Just traffic noise
and traffic hikes.

Sometimes, just sometimes
when people gather and cry
or during meals and family life,
so whenever there's a challenge,
a lover's scorn, a strife.

Sometimes, just sometimes,
there's a sign
or maybe it's just hope.