No More Poem by nic hillen

Under endless sacred skies
Are gloomy clouds of grey
I curse the way i lead my life
I yearn for yesterday
The sun falls out the sky above
No longer to exist
Darkness falls from far to near
Within an eerie mist
Waves no more sweep the shore
Vast oceans drain away
Trees no longer soak up sun
As light is kept at bay
Plants no more can grow
Flowers resist to bloom
Stars rain down out the sky
Along with a broken moon
Life has lost all its point
No more has need to thrive
This is how the world looks now
From my distorted eyes