Murky- the weather is angry
Misty, cold, bitter; gray
The God’s they are unhappy
I was created to their dismay
Thrusting, the wind isn’t calm
Like that of an old summer day
Depression; happiness is gone
Gray skies came and took it away
Lightning and thunder start to reveal
That they’ve come out to play
Spiting and hatred, and plunder repeal!
Everything that was at once okay
Sadness perpetuates everyone’s core
No longer can anyone say
Pleasure is worth seeking out-
Everyone’s skies are gray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem