The Sky

I look to the sky for help
Your face appears, but your not here
Still I see you softly engraved in the clouds
I reach out to touch
Wind blows softly
Accepting my cry for help
A cold kiss to my skin
The wind cries my silent scream.
Blowing harder your face drifts with the breeze
Still I look to the sky for help

Helpless

Reaching to the sky just asking for your help. In the dark sky you can see the faces on clouds. The faces who are supposed to be there to help. The ones who are supposed to grasp your hand and pull u through the darkness. To the place with light. A place of warmth, but you only see that as you close your eyes, it’s a safe haven, however when they open again, your back frozen reaching for help. Its like a movie as the faces of those who could help just drift away with the clouds each one hurts more and more, you stay frozen here till finally a light breaks through you feel the warmth, the joy, the happiness of someone there to help. Yet the clouds come back as you sit and wonder why only one hand reached down to grab yours. And the others blew away with the wind. Wondering what happened to the faces that just passed by and let you fall deeper and deeper into a black hole. You feel hopeless. Again your just reaching to the sky asking for help, and this time your prepared, yet you still wonder what happened to the people you thought would be there.