Never has the blood flowed so heavily
At first it spits, then it splashes down in torrents
And the torrents cascade 'till the sky's too weak
So the sky drops her knife and falls asleep.
She dreams of a clear blue sky
Enveloping an Earth enriched with love
And peace, but when the sky awakes to a new day
She is glared at by bloodshed and gray.
Black tears flow down the sky's face
Soaking everything that she knew
With the doubt and disappointment the sky felt for years
The sky is unable to contain her tears.
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The Lost
PoetryThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...
