The Mad Sky

As the sky began to fall,
my madness could exult in
its vindication of despair.

The lofty clouds crashed
and destroyed human cities.

My senses were overwhelmed
Reality collapsed
into falling shards of glass.

Each has a dream.
Each has one hope.
Can I choose who fails?

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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