Sunny Skies Turning Grey
Well, I haven't written a poem in a long while, so I thought I'd write one.
Sweetly sailing on the breeze
I know not what I by chance may meet
But knowing simply that I have not needs,
I may simply, sweetly sail, complete.
A chill wisp of weather disrupts my wonder
and I am wakened by rudest thunder
and lightning crashes into my widened eyes.
I cry out against the tempest
Trying to calm it, trying to fix it,
But it cannot hear me over its own rise.
Tears roll out my burning sockets,
where mine eyes did once reside.
as raging winds tear at my pockets
to take that which I could not confide.
Gaping holes peer from my face
and bleeding limbs drag behind me
I trudge along a burning waste,
and flaming leaves fall about me
on a very, very battered breeze.
and a voice of thunder never ceasing
knocks me down from time to time
just to be certain I remember
it exists.
Sweetly sailing on the breeze
I know not what I by chance may meet
But knowing simply that I have not needs,
I may simply, sweetly sail, complete.
A chill wisp of weather disrupts my wonder
and I am wakened by rudest thunder
and lightning crashes into my widened eyes.
I cry out against the tempest
Trying to calm it, trying to fix it,
But it cannot hear me over its own rise.
Tears roll out my burning sockets,
where mine eyes did once reside.
as raging winds tear at my pockets
to take that which I could not confide.
Gaping holes peer from my face
and bleeding limbs drag behind me
I trudge along a burning waste,
and flaming leaves fall about me
on a very, very battered breeze.
and a voice of thunder never ceasing
knocks me down from time to time
just to be certain I remember
it exists.