Western Skies Poem by Lyndsey Grant

Western skies
Lower
Heavier than before
Darkened clouds hovering
Above
Shadow the light
Making eyes permanently adjusted
To night vision
I envision the earth
Rotating
But not moving
It no longer moves me
A catatonic state of believing
A wall of crumbled thought
Constructed with past
Deteriorating in present
Non existent in future
Built on hope
Ruined by reality
I usher in insanity
Soft low cries
That turn and churn
Gut wrenching depths
Sobbing inside
Tears have replaced blood
Salted crystals pump through veins
Submerge and taint arteries
I have built this artillery of self defense
It makes no sense
And yet all the sense in the world
I curl
Back into my own dreams
The only place where comfort seems
To be
Where am I
Lost long ago
A wondering soul
With no place to call home
And so I’ll roam
This earth alone
And look upon
Western skies
With night vision eyes
Because the dark is all
I see….