Broken Skies
The ice has melted,
The sun has set,
The flowers have wilted,
The ground is wet.
My heart, like the snow,
Conceals actuality.
My thoughts, like the stars,
Fear reality.
My life, like the sun,
Is powerfully blinding.
Broken promises, like the sky,
Are always binding.
My head, like the world,
Will not stop spinning.
And I, like prey,
Have no chance of winning.
My spirits, like the ground,
Will never soar.
My soul, like a desert,
Is cursed forevermore.