Creative writing – Page 25 – A (wise) man of two faces

The morning after

The sky looks different,
but I know that is not true;
I’m the one who changed.

Searching the sky,
looking for clues,
and wondering why
no one answers you.

You scream and you shout,
but the clouds just don’t care;
they flutter about,
and give bored gray stares.

So you turn away,
and retreat inside,
perhaps to pray,
or perhaps to hide.

But your problems don’t wait at the door –
they follow you in to trouble you more.

The wylds of nature
remain a stone’s throw away,
off the beaten path.

Red, Black
Platinum, Blue
Why’d Johnnie cross the road?
We’ll never know, but what he found
tastes great.

Indigo night sky,
you see such scandalous sights,
you blush a deep plum.

You talk a good game,
but I’ve seen you unguarded.
I know your true face.

Because you’re brave
you think you can save
the weary and weak,
but the quest that you seek
will make you a slave.

The thunder and heat,
the reverberating beat –
echoes of Summer.

The king sits alone
upon his throne,
the burden of the crown
weighing him down
like a circlet of stone.

A crouching stillness
Unspoken conversation
Self-study project.