Up There

It floated up there,

Nothing big and nothing small,

Floating up above my head,

It’s sharp gaze looking down

Into somber eyes,

Hollow eyes with nothing

Left to offer.

Up there it floated,

Looking into somber eyes

With patience and empathy,

Waiting for faith and hope

To be restored to hollow eyes.

Up there it floated above,

With no hurry or worry,

It waited above, looking below.

Small Poetry

Poem #1

Your eyes hold the sorrow

Of a thousand broken hearts;

Lost and distraught in this reality

Where no peace can ever be found.

Poem #2

Following above as you grow,

Fortune fell upon you,

Ensuring no harm came to you

On this unforgiving world.

Poem #3

The wandering eye

Wept at the blood in the sky

That fell from angels.

The Sorrow

Revolving in the deep darkness

Sits the young creature filled with madness,

Curled up in pain and fear

Of their true power and strength.

Filled with rage, covered in black,

The creature sits and waits,

Waits before the blood boils

And unleashes wrath unto

The sorry souls in the path.

It is not done out of hate,

But out of sorrow for the world,

For the decimated and ruined world

That no one should continue to live in.