Sometimes the sky doesn't always be clear,
Sometimes it's mixes with dark gray mist
Making us wander away in fear,
With blades to our wrist.
We have nothing in this selfish world,
To be or to die for,
Our mind is like one big swirl,
Tempting us to exit that door.
Hold our hands together,
And pray in this time,
For our mind is light like a feather,
Dimming the light in us which shine.
One day the sky will finally be bright,
When there's no more clouds to rain,
The birds will finally take flight,
When there's no excessive pain.
Everyone will eventually cry,
And wonder why was the sky so dark,
In this world full of truth and lies,
Inside there was a broken form of art.
I'm back but a little RUSTY. Have patience with me.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry/Spoken Words Collection
PoetryThis is my book of poetry. I wrote other poems before and posted it but I want to make a book. Hope you all like it. I'm new to poetry and trying harder and becoming better. Thanks
