The sky cries
The sky cries when she sees it; sees what?..
The drizzling droplets from a ghostly cloud.
With passion, her battered soul whispers incessantly and patiently but not less to pry.
With pains and penury, the vicious smoke engulfs the firmament.
Clatters and screams, she exclaims;
Help!..! Please!..!My eyes!..! My eyes!..
Her groaning voice approaches very swiftly
Heavens!..! Oh!..! heavens!..!,have mercy..
She clamours.
Yet, she doth laments so profusely..
The sky actually does cry
When she sees her reflection,
As the sun flickers abruptly
Shadowing a miraged image
Appearing to be the sky at its own discretion
She trudges back and watch in tears
But the sky never stops crying.
Hi fellas, I'm back once again..i don't know long it may last but really missed this family.
This poem is based on fictional stories I read from a book titled "windows to the sky". This poem portrays an imagination of a troubled soul(sky) unattended to but pressing hard for its freedom..I drafted it in a hurry and I hope you'll enjoy reading it.. Do have a blessed new month yha'll..