A Bullet Hit The Sky Poem by Hannah Hebditch

The sun, it used to
Melt a waxy light
Over our land and blend the blues
Into pale clouds
White, always a mystery colour
And strong it is, whether
Hiding bruised minds or the dead
Bodies collapsing into exhausted arms
Failing to hold up the life
That was twisted into wars staled coffins
Anything can hide beneath blankness…

But then another bullet hit the sky
Its grey smoke pierced through
Angel’s hearts, cracking open,
Only to leave a black stone


Our hearts stay bloodstained
Angels are strong, but we are weak
Their heated breath smeared against
The edges of our little box we live in
Suffocation, it hurts now
We’re not blinded anymore



 
The sun, it used to
Melt a waxy light
Over our land and blend the blues
Into pale clouds
White, always a mystery colour
And strong it is, whether
Hiding bruised minds or the dead
Bodies collapsing into exhausted arms
Failing to hold up the life
That was twisted into wars staled coffins
Anything can hide beneath blankness…

But then another bullet hit the sky
Its grey smoke pierced through
Angel’s hearts, cracking open,
Only to leave a black stone


Our hearts stay bloodstained
Angels are strong, but we are weak
Their heated breath smeared against
The edges of our little box we live in
Suffocation, it hurts now
We’re not blinded anymore