Dark Skies© - Poem by Roann Mendriq
The angry sky grows dark with rage,
and wears a furrowed, clouded face;
wrinkled, dark and worn with age;
filled with angst and dark disgrace.
The earth is lashed with incensed tears,
an outpouring of torrential rain;
Drowning all in jeers and sneers,
to vent its ranting grief and pain.
Thunder screams a livid curse,
that echoes in the void below;
Lightning lights the scene perverse,
A mind that lies in mired gore.
Who will soothe the manic sky?
Heaven must; not you, nor I.
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