Dark Skies - Poetry
Without a doubt,
They floated rumbling in anger.
Directed at none in particular,
But focussed on one.
A sense of nothingness,
Took over the commuters.
A meaningless wandering,
Across the world.
Only to rain at the end,
Washing away to the ocean.
There are things to wish for,
Whether they come true or not.
A prayer in the evening,
Every day for a hundred days,
Got just the opposite result.
Is it any wonder,
That then the people ponder.
If it all could be another page,
From a different book they say?
Why then,
Does the river flow?
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