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
6 responses to “[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
I just love the imagery you have penned in this verse.
Thank you! 🖤
I loved this.
Thankyou!
Amazing..
Thanks Sarika 🖤