Some days,
I wished I never lived to feel this pain.

Some days,
I look up,
And see the majesticity
of an entity so wide,
it covers the Earth whole.

Some days,
it weeps so sorrowfully,
wind picks up and starts blazing.

Some days,
the haze thickens,
hiding true intent and
unaccidental fortunes.

And it causes an ache in my icy chest.

It brings a reminder of
a world that'll meet its end,
and a life that
doesn't seem to see an end.

Some days,
I sit,
awed,
wishing that if the sky is my only reprieve,
then some day,
to be raised and swallowed whole,
flouncing among those
weightless clouds,
and it'll be such a wonderland,
of hope,
of joy,
for this
soul o' mine.

Some days,
I sit staring at an impossible dream,
from a sight so glorious it overwhelms
and pushes me to an edge,
a brink of
free fall.

And just another day
never seem to come again.