Young Writers Society

Skies

The rain falls onto the stone pavement,
holding me with its wet, cold fingertips.
Under the hidden sunlight,
I try to hold my falling tears,
showering my worn-out feet.

I gaze above and look at myself,
reflected by lonely grey clouds.
I wonder why I wasn't able to realize -
realize what I've done.

Here I stand, enveloped in the icy breeze,
a feeling of guilt trickling down my brow.
As I look forwards, I wonder
when will the sun shine again.

Thunder rumbles, lightning flashing its rage,
illuminating my heavy heart.
The uncontrollable emotion of sadness,
it carries me away,
into the darkness of a gloomy forest.

I feel the sorrowful breeze,
blowing through my stiff, rigid fingers.
As I look to the heavens, I wonder
when will the time come for us.

When will you wake up from your slumber?
When will laughter once again
fill your days with laughter?

I want to find the light,
to feel it shine onto my face.
And when I do, you will awaken,
and recognize the real world before your eyes.
And we shall dance under the moon,
singing and laughing happily.

And once that happens,
the skies will be ours.