THE SKY IS STILL BEAUTIFUL

 In this world of human affairs

No one can ever be alone

When one is in solitude

Darkness clouds over

I'm alone

I'm trapped

In bars and shackles

That I myself wrought.

When one is surrounded

The clouds move on

To trap you

And then you fall down.

When I looked up

I saw a thousand faces

Marred and grisly

In masks I painted.

Why mind do you act to hurt me?

Have I not been a faithful friend?

Was my only fault that

My eyes could see

The figures disappearing

Into the water

The blood spilling

The spirits dying

I tried to stop

The noise of the crashing world

But it was too loud

And I was too tired.

Forgive me if I sinned

We are all the same

The homes we make of brick and mortar

All have graves

The stairs that lead to the rooftop

The stairs that disappear into the undergrowth.

Some stray while sliding down the banister

Those who walk never look back.

Among this crowd I hear music

But it is too faint

And the noise of the world too loud.

The crowd screams

As the thunder strikes

And breaks the ground.

A chasm forms.

I am left behind

The sky is torn 

It bleeds onto me

Blood covers all

Yet the others never feel

The drops trickling

The eyes closing

The breaths shuddering

The cracks widening.

I slip on the wet dewed grass

But I do not sink

I lay there and gaze up

I see

The sky is still beautiful.