For I Did Not Think Poem by nic Leisure

No sun or rain
Just the cloud covering the land
Witting for the night to come
Light flashing for it was no more
The time being shall fall
With rain not falling
And
No light form the sun
We’ll sink in the ground
For we where to down to be seen
In this world being blinded
For the things that came
Making and killing for there be no more of life’s
Of the pitchers in the wooden bored
Will rot in a sort time
Black and gray is there for thee
Who wishes it was true