perhaps, I suppose <br />my blood clogged, without flow <br /> <br />maybe, I guess <br />my fears crept, from under my breath <br /> <br />a thought, I think <br />my understanding shifted, it blinked <br /> <br />non-the-less <br />it's red and I must address <br />this mess <br />this rift <br />this cleft <br /> <br />bring back my sun <br />my endless times undone <br /> <br />my sea, my emerald green <br />my sky, my shimmery blue <br />my earth, my multicolored brown <br />my love, my purest white, hue <br /> <br />perhaps, I suppose <br />maybe, I guess <br />a thought, I think <br />it will all come back to subdue this mess...<br /><br />Reginald Goodridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-is-the-sky-red/
