Changing Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The tides are changing,
Arbitrary course in the mind, disenchanted
By thoughts unwanted
And the breeze whirring
As the arms of the stark sky are flailing
With the drizzle, corrosive upon the skin
The tides have changed.

The snow is austere,
The crippling wintry abandonment trickles
Down one’s own throat
Shards of shattered hopes and dreams
Clad the surface, exhausted and venting upon
Shrilling hearts and legs of stone.
The snow is obscure, it has changed.

Nothing ever stays in its place,
As I stare at the sky, the once vivid sky
Now bleak, obscured by my sight
My sight that fades in the light,
And ushers in the blackest corners of the moon’s blind eye
Everything has changed
It will never be the same.