Weeping sky, what do you feel? Has the earth lost it’s appeal? Are you mourning loss of good? Can’t help but feel misunderstood? Do your tears fall from your eyes, because pollution fills your skies? It rises up and overflows, more and more it does impose.
People no longer empathize so naivety leads to your demise. Maybe you tried to clear your foggy mind but believing it hopeless you resigned. Emotions stirred up your hurricane starts, but you still cannot open their bitter hearts. Blind to your troubles, they just don’t see, that all of their actions kill you slowly. Clouds of despair hang over your head, drops of your sadness fill our river bed.
Yet finally at night you get your rest, your feelings managing to be suppressed. You pull up your duvet, a thick blanket of stars, in hope that it will cover all of your painful scars. Meanwhile each evening, i’ll wish you a goodnight because one day I know that you’ll wake up alright.
– Eden Perry