Sep 2011
I am the sky: everchanging and temperamental
With the sun, I make a
Happy Picture
of clear thinking and endless opportunity.
When the sun leaves:
I am Dark;
a cover for violence and abuse.
But some part
of me
is always
RED.
Through rain, or wind, or sunlight,
the RED
of the sunset
runs through.
With the sun, I make a
Happy Picture
of clear thinking and endless opportunity.
When the sun leaves:
I am Dark;
a cover for violence and abuse.
But some part
of me
is always
RED.
Through rain, or wind, or sunlight,
the RED
of the sunset
runs through.
You might have already guessed, but just in case: this is a poem I wrote about *******, and the mood swings that come with it. I know, not exactly cheery. :')
