Mistakes of the Sky
Waking from nightmare
glassy-eyed and stuffy-headed,
I have then recollected
that memory I dreaded.
The storm.
The storm was too cold.
My beloved husband Columbus,
he was just too old.
The thunder clapped
as the skies turned grey.
I watched the winds
blow my husband away.
I searched, I wept,
as I felt my heart break.
I then, with rage
performed this mistake.
ANGER!
SADNESS!
I FLOODED ALL ADDRESSES!
I HAVE CREATED THE MOTHER OF ALL MESSES!
I stopped.
I just stopped.
No lightning flashed,
and no thunder popped.
The wind was still
and the sky was black,
I looked down on the world
I have just attacked.
Houses were wrecked
and streets were flooded,
all due to the loss
of my beloved.
I heard cries
and I saw tears...
Tears, like my tears.
My tears were fears
for the loss of my love.
Only to see
I was attacking from above.
My angst had caused families
distress and sadness,
when they should be rejoicing
joy and gladness.
A loss for a loss
was something I learned.
Something not needed.
Not earned.
I then took a deep breath
and cleared the skies,
to shine a little sunlight,
to see some hope in their eyes.
I created some breeze
as I hardened my heart,
for I know as long as the sun shines,
we will never be apart.
I raised my face to the sun
and smiled at him,
for I knew that he'd forgive me
with the flash of his grin.
So now I patrol the skies
in grace and eloquence.
Making up time for
my errogance.
Personal loss
is hard to go through.
It will leave you angry
and blue.
But when one heart breaks,
leaving hate, and clutter,
Yours is not the only one,
but another.
Be weary of your actions
For when you're in pain.
Believe that when you're around others,
you take away their gain.