My Sky

I wrote this piece in response to an ex-boyfriend and his prideful nature.

My Sky, Your Tower

By: Amanda Michaud

 

 

Upon your glorious tower, you stand

Always looking down at the people you brand.

With a crown of emeralds and gold

You steal from the countries ‘treasury

Oh so bold!

You shout aloud making demands of others

Never taking into account the suffering of your

Fellow brothers.

 

From the crowd of your slaves, I sadly stare

How could this love be true that I bear?

Yes you were stabbed in the back

But in the world a trusting friend and love

You now lack.

Let your sin of pride swell and fester.

In the eyes of many, you are a fool

Like a court jester.

 

Gazing skyward I shrug off my skin

Damaged by your words inherited

From your kin.

Sunlight shining so bright my wings

Spread pure and white.

They carry me high above the clouds

Now your land will be devoured by

Demons of the shrouds.

 

My sky is mightier than your tower.

Nature endures forever while your

Remains are left for the crows to scour.

Author's Note

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