grey skies

31 Jul

grey skies

over a once happy city

now there are streets upon streets

of desperation and foreboding

if something dreadful is about to happen

then let that tiger spring from it’s cage

it is the waiting that is the worst

waiting for the clouds to lift

hoping there will be a sun beneath

while i know that this sadness i feel

is a reflection of my own fears

i can sense that we are all gazing

into the same crazy funhouse mirror

only

it isn’t much fun anymore, is it?

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