Christopher Correia Poems
- Alien Sky Something’s strange about the wind today ...
- The Night She Played The Violi... Music of the violin I was ...
- Checking In On My Friend Stace... I’m alright, but what about ...
- Amy And The Sea Amy is alone, but not lonely Floating ...
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Something’s strange about the wind today
Foreboding dead leaves gathering around me
Black birds flying in tight circles, after wormwood
Rushing clouds, like ghosts of some ancient army
This blue eyed alien sky holds no sunshine for me
Only sackcloth, ashes and the sound of weeping
Arrows fly down and sink into my flesh
Bleeding out pain till I have no breath left
Melting to invisibility my soul can just ascend
Leaving my dry bones behind to find, and bury
I look to the ancient fables for comfort
Offering my tears and high brow thoughts, ...