Maybe...

A poem on how we see things but can be different from what we perceive. It goes from the smaller picture of what is known, to that which is unknown.

The world fallen to pieces with ravens aloft

Maybe the world is sad and lonely

Maybe the skies are black and distraught

 

Maybe the trees break in the wind

Maybe the flowers are paper thin

See not red that flows within, the green, the yellow, the transparency eyes can begin

 

To see the beauty that flows….

Maybe the wind is not what blows

Maybe a crow does not know

 

That death is knocking at the door

Maybe those are not tears that flow

Maybe death is not so

 

Horrible to come to those

Maybe life is more than death alone

Maybe the heavens do not exist

 

Maybe hounds guard hell

Maybe hell is not such a fell

A preacher does persist

 

Maybe His words contradict

Maybe it is hard to admit

But to all it is the same

 

The world lies amiss…

Author's Note

Please leave critiques or at least say if you enjoyed the poem or not. I would love to improve my writing :)