All eyes look to the sky,
Look to the sky for the Eye of God,
And there they see, they see,
I see something looking at me.
The cloudy honey sky
Where everything is calm
Calls to me, saying
Sweet things in my ears.
The townspeople quake in fear
Of the cycle of destruction around them,
But all eyes look to the sky
When the honey color appears.
Families holding children,
People wrapped in blankets,
All looking at the sky.
All in a deep trance.
All eyes look to the sky
And what do they see?
What do they see?
I am hypnotized right before me.
YOU ARE READING
Micky's Poems
PoetryA collection of my poems that I post on Tumblr. Warnings will be included before certain poems.
