Lonely skies

for a second I believed I could fly,

for a moment you became my sky.

I thought you were blue because you were real,

but you were just wind and dust and hopeless dreams,

enticing dreamers to reach your wings,

to push them down and watch them scream.

You're empty but everywhere, thin air and thousand miles.

A king for ages as old as time,

you are the limit and everything beyond.

An empty lover, a silent mentor.

You're black and blue with seeping crimson,

you hide the stars that guide my sails,

you bleed your dawns and change with days,

I wish I could try and save you,

but I go tumbling down trying to reach you.

You wish for nothing but misery alone,

as high as your honor, as alone as the moon.

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This was the first writing that made me find a little confidence in my own writing. A Facebook page called the Storytellers posted this after I sent this to them and I was overwhelmed with the amount of appreciation that it got. It might not be a great piece but it gave me the encouragement to keep writing those little poems of mine.