This poem is not really finished, but I posted it anyway, lol.
Lightening
A sweep of anger across the dark sky,
blinding hope who stares by.
Its heart torn from the sky above,
its dreams scattered across the night.
It stretches its dying hope,
gasping for the fading sun,
which has now been covered by the haunting moon above.
This is called moon is its only souce of light,
besides it's own flashing rage.
Can this grief ever reach heaven?
Or has it lost it's sanity?
A sweep of anger across the dark sky,
blinding faith who stares by. |