All the sky has been grey for so long,
and I have been one with the rain for most hours,
thought I could be the one, who never burns,
like all the small boats that never return.

Forlorn I feel, smashed into smithereens,
amare turns to hate, it is all I breathe,
many of these murals, astonished in the walls,
with these pictures, dreamed to witness dawn.

High above, is such a hassle,
the birds building castles,
I see I am behind,
you are one with the sky.

Wonder if I was a cloud, accompanying the storms,
yet all I could ever see from the glass, are the leaves of fall,
sang all the tears, rip apart all of my mind,
all I see is you, in each dandelion.

I fantasize, such a catastrophe, that would erase but save me,
from all the imaginations, along with unreckoned determination,
tired of trying, alone I fight,
if couldn't win then it's all I could sigh.

When there is no light
and dark is the night,
with every note I call you mine,
void is my life.

© Inblues