This is my first attempt at poetry. I was really, really, bored on the bus ride home and got my inspiration from the dark sky and my bad end of the day.

Dark Sky

Black swirling clouds

On the breeze

Swim through the air.

Breathing is hindered

Life is stalled

The wind is harsh

It beats against my chapped face

It’s trying to find a home

It’s searching.

All it will find is broken dreams

In a broken home

Hope was born in a cloud

And raised in me

As I look up at the dark sky

With its black swirling clouds

On the breeze

As they swim through the air

I wonder

Why the hope ran away from me