Gone With the Sky

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Upon this day it is as if the sun is raining

Dry tears of anguish, as the clouds have disappeared-

Blue skies have meant to some, happiness, but today I have walked for minutes that have

Transformed to hours and it is as if everyone and everything is mocking me-

Skies are seemingly laughing and the sun cannot be there to guide me, but

Only present to heave invisible drops of water- perhaps dry tears of frustration-

People are following me from and in every which direction-

The colors of their eyes turning in hue as they watch my every move-

Anguish, fear, dread, sadness, hopelessness and perhaps a scant feeling of loneliness-

Are these feelings that plague me in essence none but a myriad of hellions who wish to persecute me?

With every step I take, I feel an upsurge of heat overpowering -

Those dry tears the sun exudes exist as if

Torrents of rain were falling onto the shadows of time-

Initially, moment by moment, then transforming to seconds and splicing to nanoseconds-

I am lost in these woodlands, once quite a familiar place, but now

I call myself none but a lost soul who foresees no destiny-

All I hear are the spattering of dry raindrops splashing onto every chamber of my

Empty heart that is beating out of despair and misery?

Deer are running freely and robins and cardinals have their homes

 Amidst the trees above- I just have walked past a creek and I see my reflection within-

Though it doesn’t look like the me I thought I knew, but just the likeness of

A frightened child without a purpose in life- who am I, I ask myself-

What am I and to where am I running? If I could touch the sun, or at least reach the sky-

I would stop these phony dry tears disguised as rain from falling and

Become a saint, a goddess or an angel and sing-

I could sing tunes about nature, love, and everything that is beautiful-

Ethereal beings don’t need a purpose or destiny-

They just hover about the sky and are carefree and happy to be living eternally-

They never die or feel the pain of fear and apprehension?

I look up towards the sky right now and lose myself

Inside the world of my dreams- the skies are laughing still, but now

Laughing with me not at me- the only way I can survive today, as

Any sense of true reality has disappeared before my very eyes-

So now I find myself reborn inside a different world and have some peace of mind,

I have lost my sanity and I don’t care- everybody knows that

To the insane-whatever world they live in is what is the true reality and besides-

Nothing anyone can say shall awake us from our dreams- in these places

Where we can run freely and no one falls and gets hurt because

There is nothing to fear or to run away from, no tears falling from a sky that is

Forever blue and the sun in our world is true, and has guided us to a peaceful homestead?

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Claudia Krizay

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