ClimbToTheSkies

Dark poetry

Free verse poetry

The wind was slowly dying down And I was in the centre With leaves and trees and greenish things And lemons from John’s vendor The little town that I lived in Was now a whole lot smaller The pile that once was living Was slowly getting taller. After some time the wind was gone Though clouds of dust remained And to my right I thought I saw A cracked-in window pane Stepping closer I could tell From the part still standing Was the railing John had built In our downstairs landing. I have decided on the worst With the sandstorm’s dreadful haste That everyone, in this little town Has gone to another place I am not sure, why I was l