Empty Skies

Skies grey and blue, crestfallen faces,

Things that once were, are no more

Tired eyes, empty spaces

Not even the rain dares to enter

Why did it happen? Where do we go?

How can we ever go home?

Anxious thoughts rack my brain

Twisted crosses writhing in pain

When will the night end

A circling swirling fury

Can't escape the foretelling

Of time mixed with future and past

Hope confused with despair

Memories distant and near

Of longingness, of loneliness

Searching the skies

For some sign, for meaning

Reaching in, reaching out

in Desperation