can you hear the cries of the sky's
I hear them dying from inside.
I stand outside and wipe the drops off of my eyes.
The hunger of happiness roars at me as the clouds dance.
Sun hidden aware of its inability of a fighting chance.
I look into a puddle and realize that right behind me is a reflection of the sky ,and there lye a mural of it behind my eyes, so similar yet so far same characteristics its bazaar.
The difference is visually clear yet the feeling of emptiness, fear , darkness can compare.
Like those who's eyes belong to the sky's i have risen from the puddle and kept my stride.