Angry Skies

Did you see the sky?
Cremated...
The Dark Brooding Clouds
They Surround

The sun
extinguished by leaping flames
dips down & disappears


All this Crimson
drips into my Soul
Absorbed by my pores
Lays bare my Soul
My skin it bristles
The Heat makes it, prickle


Tis' the other side of Dawn
& I wait there alone and forlorn.