The Sky Poem by Jason Summers

When I look into the mirror, I stare deep into the eyes

A long drawn patience covered in a broken down time.

He looks familiar in a sort of relative way

But each breath he takes pulls him further away.

All the time that has passed has not really been a friend

Bringing him to the pain he fights deep within.

But a voice in a word will be his saving grace

For she is the sky the sun cannot replace.

 

 

5-17-14