Written by Cleo Carelse
Do you remember the days when we looked up to the sky?
When the stars had just aligned.
The cotton-candy clouds formed all shapes of any kind.
Embraced with all its hues,
We were obsessed with its colours and the magnitude.
A message that was left behind for only me and you.
Disguised as a painting with every stroke it whispered;
The darkness that was left behind, all while I burned the midnight fuel.
I tried to polish the sky so that once again I may shine.
For a moment I saw a glow but covered it before it ever showed.
The sky burst with tears, crying for help,
As clouds do, it drifted me far away.
Consumed by the grey madness of despair,
Worn down and exhausted by my own distraction.
Betwixt in the air, for my story was never there.
My mood swings begin when the moon sings.
Oh, beautiful sky with all its hues,
I look up for answers by you.
I wonder if you ever look at me as the way I look at you.
For the sky bleeds with empty promises,
Just like the weather I can’t seem to make up my mind.
Blinded by the twilight of my actions,
Most times I prefer to be kept in the dark, just to avoid interactions.
A restless warrior, waiting for time to pass.
Uttering that to see the ugly truth is a thing of the past.
I once called for your protection,
Now I’m the one blinded by my own introspection.
As the wind of emotions roll in, all at once,
Or quickly switching directions.
When my thoughts calm down,
That’s when I can finally rest,
Only for the storm to begin and carry on to the next.
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