[248] Broken Skies

The broken sky and
its false promises of respite
that some call rain
while some wait for it
to be called a storm

A diversion from the tedious blue
that only helps harshness
to brittle our sheltered bones

It breaks my little heart
to acknowledge the void of you
I was alright till now
I was okay till the grey sky arrived
to descend the blues of the sky
or maybe just blues of you

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