Lightning Colored Days Poem by James Barrs

The lightning covered days have come,
The end seems nervously near,
The frightened child ran home,
The smell of fear is present here.

How will we survive, these faded years?
Not live, but thrive, when loneliness
Appears?

Locked inside this cage,
Windows dark with ivy,
Mind so full of rage,
Further dead, than lively.

I despise those seeds of hate,
That gently blows and sprouts,
Knowing it's to late, to
Ever work this out.

I feel I've been bloodied,
In this sacred war of time.
My reputation sullied, yet
I've committed no crime.

The lightning colored days have come,
The end seems nervously near,
Where does that smell come from?
I'm sure it must be fear!