Have you ever known me to hold my silence?




I call into the light night.
               I beg for the sky to pull down its shades.

   Pain like this shouldn't be painted on the light purple sky.

Anger like this shouldn't fall so gracefully, so pure, so...
                                                                                          


                                      clean.






I try again. This time
                    Closing my eyes.
                              

                                I paint my sky dark,
                        forgetting the holes to heaven.
I let my anger fall heavy mixing with all the mistakes
                               I've brushed off like dust.





But when I open my eyes
nothing
has changed.




And as the soft wind
wanders around me without a care.

I swear I hear it tell me

                                                                                "some things never will."