I am posting this almost unaltered from the first draft version.... not because I think the draft is very good... it's not... but it has potential, and I couldn't seem to focus my thoughts and words enough to bring that out.... my editing attempts just muddled what I was trying to say even more. So... please, any suggestions on how I could clarify, strengthen, or play up on this idea while improving the presentation would be very greatly appreciated.
The sky glares down and we wonder why-
We search endlessly for the right words to describe its grey face,
in constant motion.
Then one day while every lackluster student under the clouds is gazing out the window, trying to figure out why they even get out of bed in the morning,
The sky gets pissed.
It scowls and snarls,
opens its creaking mouth,
revealing the horror of the unknown,
and asks in a voice that drives everyone so hopelessly insane they could never answer, even if they tried
Why we always stare at it,
Why we plead, pray, and implore the heavens,
Why we must lay all our problems up there, dusted under the rug of the stars
until all that’s left is a dreary layer of water molecules and dusk;
Why we always have the highest expectations,
Why we just assume the atmosphere has all the answers,
Why we throw the responsibility of our gods up into nothing more than a big blue gaping abyss and anticipate a reaction,
Why we always search there for guidance-
It asks if we see a PhD on any walls
or if we see any walls
besides the ones we tried to erect around it with out high hopes and definitions.
It tells us to search the ground at our feet
the oceans and sidewalks and information highways we’ve already built-
It tells us it will not be conquered and ruined.
All the dreamers, stargazers and sages, poets and painters and hope-filled children rock back and forth in an induced state of autism-
Still shocked they look up just in time to see a frenzy of red
As the sky slits its wrists and melts away.