Tyler R. Martin
Pretty blue sky,
Where are my rain clouds?
Where’s the sullen gray abyss
Of that mellow dark drear?
Pretty blue sky,
You are an interloper
In my love affair
With the melancholy
Murkiness of a rain storm.
Pretty blue sky,
You make my want to sleep
Until nighttime
And leave my blinds shut tight.
Pretty blue sky,
Your glimmering rays awaken me each
And every morning
And leave me in a frustrated funk.
Pretty blue sky,
For you, I clench my teeth,
Bitterly.
Please pretty blue sky,
Leave me to rot
In my dank misery.
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