Treasure Island

Stephen Rogers


The Red Sky


One who cannot see,
cannot seem to be,
will not accept a life unworthy,
cannot be who he is not,
will not accept he is one of an unstable mind,
one who gives up on himself,
to prove he can and will.

He goes outside,
stares into the sky,
a blue sky with many clouds,
in his eyes, the sky is red,
there are no clouds,
there is a storm present.

Lightning strikes him many times,
only in his head,
but his insanity,
it makes him believe,
he is what he's not.

He falls to the ground,
believing he must be dead,
his insanity killed him,
his beliefs have committed murder,
a murder of one who cannot and will not.

The next morning, he wakes up dead,
only to realize,
he was struck by lightning.

Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010

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