If you can imagine the sky when it rains.
Then you know what my face was akin to.
See I was a smiling girl.
One with joy and filled with wonder.
Until the nighttime took my peace captive,
torturing it with horrible images of things no youth should see.
If you can imagine the sky when it rains.
Then you know the colour grey.
I was seeing in undertones of grey.
Everything, not black and white,
but tinged in their solemn offspring.
For my eyes were covered in a veil not even blue since even blue is vibrant.
It was more so unfeeling, and seemingly apathetic.
Numb.
If you can imagine the sky when it rains
Then you know that
One struggles to look toward the heavens.
For the tears of the sky fill your eyes
as you attempt to see beyond the dark.
If you can imagine the sky when it rains,
Then you know that the world appears in mourning
And even the sky seems to cry.
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WAVES: A Book of Poems
PoetryLife is like a cycle and we are in constant motion. We are like the water- high tide and low tide. We rise, we fall and we evaporate. We are the ocean, we are the sea we are the rivers and all that lies beneath. Copyright © 2017 Marlee John. All...
