Overhead, the clouds are gray
With withered expressions of Sky's cold humour
A chuckle heard through winds of fury
And then all the world grows silent
Overhead, the clouds are black
With anger and with
Revenge
Author notes
You sat around idly, let the good things pass you by.
Watched them follow their ambitions, while you stayed the good child and did what was expected.
Smiling shyly, they found you a bit too dull.
But now..
You're no longer a young phoenix
ignored by the ducklings.
You are a force to reckoned with.
A contest entry
- It's Not Okay to Smile. by Fosh.
350 points, ended July 5, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I love him ♥
Comments
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Haunting and creepy, I loved it.
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