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Gray(ce) Skies

Poetry By: elegantbleeding
Memoir



A poem written for an old friend that lives 666.6 miles away from where I will soon be. Turns out first impressions really aren't all they're cracked up to be.


Submitted:Apr 22, 2008    Reads: 99    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The cracking of the whip blazes across heaven just now
As stark clouds and sunlight battle for control of the mourning.
I lay in bed and watch the confrontation;
Calm, confused sedation.
My curtain call is coming quickly, but I'm unwilling to
Move.
I've been far too busy thinking about you.
(Always such a scene so serene…)
How could someone so passionate become so distilled?
Without our cares, could we be so fulfilled?
Yet the rhyme scheme of life has no distinct pattern,
And the chorus is always out of tune.

So I drank from the pool so caustic.
I slept; let myself slip into that daydream,
Fell into the ravenous bittersweet-
Only to find that the thunder didn't hurt
me,
And the gnashing of teeth bore my scars.
(I think I always knew we'd never get that far.)
I didn't need 666.6 to confirm what was true about me, about you…
But influence overtook natural dominance
And the back of my eyelids were always much more appealing.
In a world of misunderstood cerebral realities,
I lie half-awake as the clouds gray(ce) skies over me.
(Wait for them to see what I see…)






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