A black mass hangs over us
All day, all night
A moon has not been seen in years
The stars have abandoned this world
Am I the only witness?
Not a soul can remember the former sky
The cloud's existence comes into question
As it sits, laughing in the sky
It shifts
It grows
It shifts
It grows
On cold days
The cloud turns to drop tears
Leaving swollen red marks
A bleeding scar on the roof of our microcosm
I'm taken in my dreams
It snatches at my throat
Choking me with a grip so strong that I cough smoke
Screaming in my ear
I wake and look
It shifts
It grows
YOU ARE READING
Nothing I can do...
PoetryThis is the collection of poetry that I've written over several months which I will be releasing in parts.
