the sky is on fire
and I don’t know if I’ll make it past today
where can we go from here
when the rain has past
and all we have left is the debris
of everything I’ve broken until now
a stream and regrets and lost items
no one wants nor will ever retrieve
I’m sorry if I did everything wrong
its the only way I knew
the sky is grey again
because everything moves forward
what more is here for me
when up never feels higher
and around only feels lower
The lights push against the emptiness
bound by wires and fate
full once but never again
on the concrete it’s alone again
waiting waiting to be picked up, filled and emptied again
what shopping cart lives we lead
the clouds are back
but maybe the rain has stopped
and I’m edging closer to the door
why clean up again when I could just leave my arms open
and breathe
just
one
more
time