It could rain today

Menacing clouds hovering like vultures.

The sun peaking ever so timid, defeated by a dismal future;

Dry sandy ground, an apocalyptic metaphor for death.

Though distant it can be heard;

The silent screams for sanity, no time to breathe.

Windless, boiling air goes in like brimstone.

Souls eagerly trying to escape their bodies...

Winter may never come.

Slaves to substance and love;

You didn't fail, life's a better player.

One life, live hard die strong...

Sorrow unleashed for all to feast.

Standing by a door, a door that leads no where;
Wishful thinking, hope derailed.
Listen not to the whispers of serpents,
be not a sheep;
Hear the roar of lions even they weep.