John 441

terrible terrible, it's falling from the sky
a whole world is looking up helpless
roars and smoke across the horizon
some poor lost soul was weeping
convinced that time was gone
sad eyes lonely and scarlet
empty like the unforgiven
watery like the regretful
hands folded together
in a seated position
elbows on knees
chin on the top
mind racing
His words
praying
peace
john
441