The sky is filled with melancholy
clouds crying lost tears of hope
into a world that shall today
die, for the end is nigh again, an
algorithm of numerology and
Lost planets skipping through
space. Sadness falls from the skies
into a heavy hue of indifference.
Karen Hayward ©2017
Image and words
It’s, amazing the way we make our choices.
Decide no longer, to listen to the voices.
We sit with a biccie and a brew,
and ponder how everything feels new.
We say no to the reminders,
to the warm memories of past lovers.
We learn to love, what life has given us,
For these choices we make, we must.