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.