A Sky Full of Loneliness

Who should I pray to when all hope is lost? 

I used to think the sky was filled with answers,

but now I know it's only filled with ghosts.

It's hard to be alone when you hate your own reflection.

I looked in the mirror yesterday,

But I felt I had the wrong intentions. 

There's a creeping on my back,

an endless crippling chill. 

I hate being alone with myself,

it's whispers are like demons that cannot be killed.

If I could count on the stars around me,

I'd be filled with hopes and wishes.

But I know that years will go by,

and yet I still will have no visions. 

I felt the sky around start to dwindle away,

and I remembered a time when I thought the rain dropped with grace.

Now I know it is only the lost tears of those who stand alone.

Those who have an occasional visitor,

but arrive to an empty home.  

Those who will scream out empty words.

Words that will only bounce back at them. 

It's a reoccurring nightmare,

relying on someone who is barely there. 

To take care of one's self,

when they no longer want to be around.

It's like they're destined for the sky.

To have a place within the clouds.

Those rain drops continue falling,

but at peace they no longer feel alone. 

I'm praying to the ones in the clouds,

the ones who guard my home.   

Author's Note

I'll probably work on this one for the next few weeks. It's just a start.

Reviews

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Beautiful work with understanding expressions!!
Liked the whole poem's intention.....thanks for sharing😊