The sky was always painted with an array of colours.
Always so pretty.
Blues took the background to
pinks, yellows, oranges, purples, and reds.
But on that night,
Everything was different.
The day was dark grey and gloomy.
The night wasn't covered in the beautiful watercolours as I was used to.
Instead a single
Line of pink lined the sky.
Confusion struck my eyes and mind.
'How - wha - how is this possible??'
You took a picture of the sight and sent it to a friend.
They had no idea what you were talking about.
They saw what you saw every other day.
They saw the magnificent display of colours painted across the sky like a work of art.
Confusion struck your mind once again.
You rested on the sight.
Took the thought to bed.
When you woke up the scenario repeated.
Grey sky, pink lined sunset.
You couldn't
Take it.
Your head hurt.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH MAKE IT GO AWAY!!!"
But it wouldn't go away.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Whales
PoetryJust some poems I wrote in my spare time:) My poems are mostly free form sooo yea
