A single boat
rowing down the stream.
Sharp turns and
heavy currents
Eyes wide with fear
The rush fades away
as you shed more tears.
Ask yourself
why?
Why me?
Your boat flips.
and you flip into the river of souls.
A voice
one not your own
tells you something everyone
but you has known.
the world starts to darken
with a single sentence
it speaks
You are a different soul.
YOU ARE READING
A clear blue sky: Poetry
PoesiaOpen your eyes, stare at the sky. Beautiful isn't it? So bright, so pure. An escape from all the sin in the world. The purest of colors. And when you stare and stare for hours on end, the moon comes out. The blue is gone. But never forget to look up...
