The Noon Poem by Chris 'N' John

In the morning
The sky looked bright and cool
With this came a promise
The promise of a sunny day

Suddenly darkness appeared
With rain accompanying it
Bringing with it agonies and fears
Disappointments and strivings
Names calling and bravery

And just at the borders of dissolving hope
Again comes the knowing
On the wings of the noon
Paths are carved
Potentialities filching moans
From this re-rising sun

Thus increasing apprehension
Of the heated worries
Of the world around me
Making out of me a piece
Of clay and iron

Yet in this noon
Is myself revealed to me
A hidden talent that must be unearthed
A pleasure that should be sorted
And a treasure to be enshrined