The sky ,my canvas of blue .
Clear ,not a single cloud of worry.
How awful it must feel,
To be covered by shades of grey
And loud thunder
Blocking out everything you love ,
Every word , every scream,
Supressed rage like knives of ice ,
Putting out the fire of everything you love ,
Hope
Wish
Dream.
Burning desires
Now, only flowing rivers of sorrow .
Nothing left but smoke
That condenses into tears.