There Is No More Blue Sky

There is no more blue sky.
The summer colours are grey.
The orange love lit inside my chest
has cracked, and faded black away.

The youthful birds sing silence,
for all I hear is hum.
Dry cells are dusty emptiness.
My viscous mind is numb.

Each new morning is a heavy step,
a long slow breath,
for the gears inside.

There is no more water,
for the tears were all cried
when the world died.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.