Looking up at the blue sky I see
Puffy white clouds drifting so free.
What wouldn't I give to be up there with them,
Drifting together and enjoying the day.
But, to be totally free,
There is no hope in our society,
We are confined, chained, bound
To the world and the ground that we have found.
Paying the bills for the services we don't use,
Trying to speak up and only getting abuse.
What do you do when the sky is not blue?
Do you hide from the storm or is this your queue?
Lift your head up from the keyboard and mouse.
See the bright sunshine you have denied.
All of these years you were always alone,
Thought you were better than those who atone.
What can you change when you do not stand up?
Nothing. I swear, there's a need for a fight.
Whether it's physical, mental or other,
Why can't you tell your true thoughts to your brother?
Why do you hide in your room in the dark?
Is it so easy to ignore the dog's bark
Or the sound of the ringing from a distant bell?
Remember the warmth of the sun is cheering you on and wishing you well.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
P-P-P-Poetry
ΠοίησηMy amateur attempts at writing poetry. Don't expect too much, as this is as silly as it can be. Some though, may end up having deep meaning.
