Poems from Head in the clouds
Without
I'm a tangled,
Tousled, bed-headed mess
The perfect microphone waits for
The cue
Petals
Droop, long necks hang
Downpours stole life away
Survivors plead for sunlight, warmth
Not yet
Color drains away
Gray, green all that summer's left
But red
The walls of the halls are
Stark, white, narrow
Constricting,
But they're the bone to her marrow
Her chances are slim
And her eyes are...