Us
I sang a song
upon that hill
wishing you would hear
but the trees and birds
were all that heard
for you were nowhere near
I raised a note
so full of hurt
up to the heavens high
and without you,
I laid my pain
upon that midnight sky
I cursed the stars,
forevermore
my words so black with hate
but they cursed back
and left me numb
shocked, and mouth agape
now, all around
the grass was gone
the once black sky was red
and to the night
I cried and mourned
the love I knew was dead
with time apass
that red grew dull
and turned a blue and grey
for I've grown cold
to that fierce love
that led my heart astray
M.C. Newberry
Tue 31st Oct 2023 10:52
A short pithy teratment of an old theme. Neat.