living under gun metal skies
in the gloom of your miserable rain
flooded by uncertainty
overwhelmed by pain
cloud cover breaks intermittently
as parted curtains reveal
the smallest slice of blue hued sky
hope seemed so surreal
aons locked in exile
your madness my only friend
faithless mocking tormentor
breaking me as I bend
roiling, angry, ugly cloud
smothering shades of gray
if I never please you
why won't you blow away
raindrops then had no effect
I was already soaking wet
and sick inside with shame
opened my eyes and realized
I'd only myself to blame
not mine this dank oppresive state
my skies are brighter blues
I recalled the long lost clarity
presented in their views
bad weather is its own best friend
on any given day
but all it takes is warm sunshine
to melt black clouds away
traversing your storm systems
searching for the way
to only know myself again
how often did I pray
waiting - cold in lonliness
you still cannot deny
that all the while I suffered you
I never ceased to try
then one day...
I did not love you anymore
skies cleared to cornflower blue
and the wispy remnants of all your hate
were painted in promise's hue
I totally found myself in your writing....I like the depiction of the sky....really amazing!!!