Sitting in the bus on my way to work
The clouds are dark and thunder strikes
Rain is pouring down the windows
Forcing me to dream of what could have been
That spot in my heart will always be for you
You've taken away months of my life
I sit here drowning in my own thoughts
Not knowing where to go or how to act.
Not knowing where to belong..
I've given myself time, but I'm hardly getting by.
Searching for the blue sky I used to know.
One moment happy, the following down.
Stretching my body to what it can handle
My eyes staring in the distance while defying the cold
I already made the decision, who do I try to fool
One day I will make it back to that blue sky
As that is where I belong..
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Comments about this poem (Blue Sky by Boyd McNab )
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