Blue Skies

diversion
to my pain

Silent voices scream

Echoes smother words

that cannot be heard

Hell’s rain

black with toxin

designed

to intimidate

the senses

Take a step back and think…..

If we could
be there

You holding
my hand

Like a toddler
with no
worry in the
world
As your strong
hand
grasps mine

If we could be there

Where green fields
conquer

a cold steel rail

A cool breeze
swallows
hot air

An Ocean
replaces
the fish bowl

Leaving our souls
to scatter
freely in a
never ending
Great Deep

Searching peacefully

For the Octopus’s garden
where
shelter from
the storm

becomes
a secret
hide away
from
fear
sadness
reality

Knowing you
still exist
somewhere
if not just
in my dreams

I wish my words
had came
out
the last time
we spoke

Maybe then
the spirit

could long
for the
question
to

If we could be there….

Written by : the deplorable poet

the deplorable poet is a U.S Army vet and Graduate from the Washington University in St. Louis school of law. His life experiences led to his desire to express his artistic creativity as well as sharing his unique perception of the world.

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