Darkness up above

A dark cloud flies,

high a bove.

It casts a shadow

across the land

 

Murky dark,

Things unclear.

Light

is wiped away

Fearsome rule

Rides across the skies

 

The darkness

is cold.

The darkness

is hard.

hope, is hardly felt

 

Strong winds whip

across the land.

Darkened couds

dragged across the sky

 

Darkened blight, 

caught in flight.

hope, has been restored

Reviews

[Ziggy Matthews]

This is my favorite so far. it tells a lot in the poem and it has such great detail that it felt like I was there watching your thoughts while you wrote this. Great job.

[J. R.]

Sparse prose that conveys so much detail and meaning in so few words.