That Day

poetry contest

The rain has washed away the sky
I never got to say goodbye
The sun, it too I see, is slain
The sky has washed away the rain

Down the road the forest erupts
The leaves raise dew in their shallow cups
Through our dusky path an endless mist
Erupting down the road's the forest

A break or glade cannot be found
Surrounded, surrounded, they're all around
Snatching and clawing, they do not fade
We cannot find a break or a glade

Running towards our one last hope
Like clinging to a burning rope
The rain and sky are washed away
Our one last hope ran from us that day