Dark skies always cause
The mind to wonder;
About dark, and dangerous
Times. It’s as though when
The sky cries, we too must cry.
The light is entombed
By the clouds, and with it---
Every soul as well.
The seas turn grey and
Violent, swallowing sand
Into their watery hell.
And the world reflects the
Darkness, from--
Flower to building,
They’re drenched,
In the black overcast
And the rain drops,
And life seems
Held in suspense.
And it’s days like these
Where I wonder,
If this is what a
Damaged mind
Looks like.
Dark, and damp, and--
Misty. Just waiting
For the sunlight.