Jacob Bradshaw

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The Sky - Poem by Jacob Bradshaw

The blue sky looks down, mocking my very thoughts,
the tears forming, burning searing as they run down my cheeks,
traveling their path, landing on my chest, itself heaving,
not knowing why I hurt, why i question, why is what I want to know,
why who, what, where, a story, not any story, my story,
I ask, wanting to know, not getting an answer, I plead,
I beg, I moan, I groan, and I wait, I look up, and all that I see is sky....

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 9, 2006



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