He walks among darkness.
Everything about him is mysterious.
He is an enigma. Then the sun came.
And he was not seen 'til sunset.
chaos
suffering
wrath among the sky
he's the clouds on the sky
floating through wilderness
like no one seems to see him
listening
looking
and smiling
as he sees the plane
pass by
but tragic came
when the ocean heat up
the white
beautiful
wonderful cloud
turn into a dark
huge
and terrible storm
now as it floats
suffering
chaos
turns to reality
lighting strikes
the rain fall on the ground
looking below
if someone
somebody
can help him
to be normal again
YOU ARE READING
Souls
PoetryAs the stars look down They can see us on the ground With the moons different mood And the suns chaostic tune Life would be Like a fire We can see the fire We can feel the heat But we can't see it
