Painting The Sky Poem by Niko Nocturn

'the sky is blue' i have been told
but i never knew that by people i've been cajoled
made to believe in things unreasonable and vacuous
so that i shift and that i turn and become non-ambiguous

the sky can't be blue if all of space is black
and doubts start to spread, haunt my brain, attack
the blue is the light that is breaking, a mere reflection of the whole
behind it a town, a land-spread paradise giving shelter, one day, to our soul

the sky once blue now painted in darkness
a child being trapped inside, voice cand creativity on society's harness
kept it to myself so they could never ever see

the sky that turned dark in which i fly now, high
grabbing the brush and painting the sky
so no i can freely be me