Blue Silk Sky

A poem about an alcoholic.

 

Through amber glass eyes

I could see it was no surprise

 

At every bright sunrise

The darkness of the night dies

 

And as time flies

You realize

 

You can’t touch the blue silk sky

No matter how hard you try

 

And the blue is priced at more than you can buy

By a god whose only goal is to make you cry

 

It’s so far to the world outside

Your heart beats for a soul dammed to fry

 

Every word is a new form of lie

Every kiss is a sinful sigh

 

Through bloody rain you seem to lose your mind

And you lose your love to an eternal grind

 

And how many times do you have to ask to find?

Why is the clock turning back time?

 

Who is this heartless guy?

Who is this demon that has asked you out to dine?

 

And ever so faithfully he follows behind?

Who are you to for me to call you mine?

 

The world stands still as we wait for a sign

I question if anyone is one of a kind

 

Your hollow heart has been filled and you ask, “Why?”

It’s because the deceit has said goodbye

 

And as I watch through amber glass eyes

I could see this was no surprise