Those Grey, Grey Skies
Even the December sky
was bright then
you know,
the old times
or was it a month ago?
Either way
it’s gloomy now
or ashy
like your cigarette butts
that you left
by our bedside
don’t worry
those are gone
too
Weightless
My body weight
is comprised
of dust
from lost loves
the contents of my
stomach
are released
and the dust mixes
and vanishes
no more weight
on my mind
or body
Veiled
She’s wrapped up tight
in her agony veil
can she breathe?
I suppose not
she asphyxiates
in tranquil demeanour
[su_panel background=”#f2f2f2″ color=”#000000″ border=”0px none #ffffff” shadow=”0px 0px 0px #ffffff”]Richard Shiers is a (very) young (16) writer and poet from Atascadero, California. He has completed three collections of poetry, numerous short stories and is planning on writing a novel once his imagination returns.
Image 1: Grey sky via Shutterstock
