A Constant Turmoil

I wrote this after experiencing a terrible feeling.

This one time I call upon the skies

Drift past the crude violent mass

Into delicate blissful blue hues

All times I beckon never to pass

 

At the tide it turns into chaos

Burst and bellow at its chest

A whimper sighs out faintly

Cracked inside an empty crest

 

Cries never to be heard here

Tried but eyes peel slow away

Deep down does this runic fall

Somber into yet another day

 

It stretches out to me blindly

Never touched even a second

Binding chains clench insides

I cry out but it does not reckon

 

3/9/2026