Angry Skies

ANGRY SKIES

Angry skies and flashing storms.
Cold wind blows, and nothing warms.
Gone is the warm healing balm
Once held in joyous palm.

Cold is the night of sunny day.
Clouds filled skies. O’ darkened day
Blotted sun, all light is dimmed.
Clear eyes once, red rimmed.

No flowers bloom. No birds yet fly.
No joy to sing. No songs are nigh.
No child’s laugh. No pretty thing.
All land is waste. No hope of Spring.

Death has walked. All life is waste.
Living is but an empty taste.
All is void, just an empty place.
No life within just taking space

Dark and dreary. No Light is found.
Crying now for an opened ground.
Stolen away by a haunted past.
No future for me and so it’s cast.

No soft voice. No open heart.
No new chance. No new start.
No way to heal. No gift to give.
No truth to say. No way to live.

Forced to breathe. Forced to walk.
No friendly ear. No loving talk.
O’ hateful enemy, Master Time.
Punishing me with all of mine.

Tortured glimpse of precious love.
Stolen hopes. O’ deadly dove.
His cruel song is in my ears.
Bathing in my deepest fears.

Been setting the stages over the years.
Just waiting to have these crystal tears.
Drink them in you cruel gods!
Should never hope against the odds.