An amazing poem about painting our own version of the world we see with words and ideas. |
-Sorry Skies- by Keaton Foster No sun shines No moon resides Nothing screams wild Sorry skies Go from the left to the right As deep as they are wide Endlessly intertwined Beyond all that is known Beyond all that can be imagined No longer can we cry Tears dried Empty inside Regret deeply piled Over our heads Beyond the cracks A false façade What is outside Loved and adored What is inside Not known and ignored When it rains It should wash away But it does not Instead, it drowns We can't breathe A crushing mess Alone we walk A lifetime mile As we go Sadness blows Pushing us along We look up into the blue Beyond all truth Into an abode Of lifeless souls We scream, hear me Know this And how it makes us feel Be certain of chance Lend us a smile If only for a brief second in time Sorry skies is what we see What we know If it is our place Then we forgive you Just as we forgive ourselves The only price to be paid Is certainly ours We know that your role Is not clear Lacking validity And certainality Forgiveness is not cheap A lesson learned From above our heads And way below our feet We know enough Far more than most Far more than we should The poets of the world scream They have found many ways To express what they are sure Is impossible to explain On any finite level of understanding Such words are weapons Of both salvation And condemnation Pretty, perfect, and colorful Paint a picture lacking truth Dark, shameful, and sinister Are closer to reality And all eventuality Sorry skies hang above See them if you wish If not then paint your own Pseudo eternal state of bliss Be concerned for the truth Least of all There is no place for such a thing Lie not because you should But because you must Sorry skies hang above From the left to the right As deep as they are wide Endlessly intertwined and Consequentially profound… Sorry Skies Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |