Days I Despise...

Dispositioned from my home,
The reverse affect of a palindrome,
The sky is clear,
One thinks there's nothing to fear,

Beating down upon my back,
Heat from the sun, my shirt is black,
The days I despise,
Are those were the sun is in my eyes,

All I wish for,
Are for the clouds to soar,
Across the sky like an eagle's wings,
And the winds hollowed sound which sings,

Musically enclined,
anatomically aligned,
The day seems perfect for me,
Until I see the shadow of a tree,

Why can't the sun just stay behind the clouds?
With the cool breeze whispering in my ear,
And my voice singing aloud,
While my emotions bring a single tear...