Emotional Poem: When the Sky Weeps

no evidence of wings
no trace of sunlight
the sky is crying day and night
waiting for a spark of fire
eyes closed, knees bent, heart broken
I lay concentrated waiting to be diluted
this isn't my tune
this isn't my day
this life isn't my life
when will the sky stop crying
no amount of consolation works
no amount of thinking about it works
when the sky weeps, I weep
I'm so old and deserted
my home weeps
no weather can shatter me more
the quiet outside doesn't last
I comb my hair with the fingers
of my right hand
and die.

- Tomic