Do you ever forget
That the sky is
Blue?

Do you ever spend days in foggy sun-streaked rays
Looking up but never at

or out

Only through?

Do you ever forget that the sky is blue?
When every day is clouded with premonition
fear
                          and feelings of feigned
                                                         ­                                solitude?

Amidst robotic promenades
Of errands, chores,
And soulful fraud
I sat on a bench backed concrete wall
And watched the viscous raindrops Fall
And remembered that the Sky was
          
Blue.

Not today or maybe even yesterday
the day before,
I'll never be sure
For fear has pained this green earth in shades of grey
And harmful lures
of Worry

                         Fear

                                           Ineptitude

                                                     ­               Loneliness

                                      ­                                                Harmfulness
     ­                                     Judgement

Pride
           ­                                                                 ­        Resentfulness

                         Self-Righteousness    

                                         ­                          Inadequacy    

                           Doubt          
      
         Despair

                                            Despair.


T­oday I remembered that the sky was

Blue.


I saw its reflection in my core
through Rain streaked Windows on
the hospital floor
When predetermined action broke
To a soft sound of clarity, pity roars

So quietly in the corners of my eyes

And quick flash movements of Demons
on the edges of my vision
Gave way to one epiphany of a lost
nameless Religion
Where I sat encompassed warmly
by the chilled slate concrete walls
Match my footprints to the tile
And gave into some strange call

I spent duration in this space
Though hardly past half five
And returned blurred grey slate edges
In the spare divide

I hold on to that shade of Blue that
faintly caught my eye
In times of strife and noire held
tears
Remembering to fight

On foggy days of rain and haze
The purpose in which art
I'll softly pound on hollow chests,
reminding them to start

The shades of grey that dominate
the lost lack luster living
Are highly favored in my fears
Of failure and Oblivion


Remember me
Remembering
The vision in the glass
Clear yet seared in steaks of Fear,
threatening to crack

Don't set up camp in aimless
stance
away from rationality
don't succumb to worldly moods
that are always
                           painted
                                               black.

Especially on rainy days in lightning thundered
views
Grasp firmly to what sparks your heart
And remember that



The sky is blue.