faded sign falling down <br />from an abandoned mill <br />mailboxes full of <br />unopened bills <br />houses with no curtains <br />old cars up on blocks <br />all the stores are empty <br />all the doors are locked <br /> <br /> dark southern skies <br />no one's home anymore <br />no one hears the cry <br />no one sweeps the floor <br />man without work <br />his woman turns away <br />dark southern skies <br />and there's no one left to pray... <br /> <br /> empty crib gathers dust <br />a Bible by the bed <br />workboots in the corner <br />with this ring i thee wed <br />pictures on the wall <br />dont answer in the night <br />and empty still looks empty <br />in the morning light <br /> <br /> dark southern skies <br />no one's home anymore <br />no one hears the cry <br />no one sweeps the floor <br />man without work <br />his woman turns away <br />dark southern skies <br />there's no one left to pray....<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-southern-skies/
