Passing Clouds from a Car Ride
(I'm not really a poetry writer, but this is sort of like poetry without a structure? I guess? <3)
Another miserable day in this town of tears.
The dismal gray sky’s eyes well, somber knell and thunderous cries.
Its yell rings shrill on my apathetic ears.
It matters not who hears, for the cries will remain unanswered.
My urgency is substandard.
I listen, but don’t respond.
Cry as you want, you’ll not receive my pity.
Short supply, running dry, replenished by the tears of the sky.
Dark and dull, it looms above.
Wishing for a semblance of love,
Yet not a soul remains to hear,
The falling of the sky’s true tears.