Skies

I am laying on my back.

The air is cold and dead.

My fingers are gripping on to my dress.

I am crying.

I don't know why I am.

Maybe I'm not crying.

Maybe it's raining.

...Yes.

Let's go with that.

It's raining, I am laying on my back, my fingers are gripping on to my dress and it's raining.

I don't know why I'm outside.

Maybe I'm playing hide and seek?

But, who am I playing with?

Am I playing with monsters?

Am I playing hide and seek with the monsters?

No.

Monsters don't exist. 

I'm playing hide and seek with myself.

Yeah. That sounds right.

A little girl comes up to me.

Her dress is like mine, and her hair is long and flowing.

Her hair looks like a rainbow.

She looks like me. 

She asks me why I am laying in the rain.

I tell her I am playing hide and seek with myself.

She calls me stupid and laughs and then runs away.

Or maybe she doesn't.

Maybe she sits there beside me.

Yeah...

She sits beside me and we talk for a while about the weather.

About how the skies change and about how God is made of gold.

Gold.

Gold.

I want to be gold.

I want to be worth something.

Gold. 

Gold like the skies. 

Author's Note

:P

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Very nice, i like how you go back and forth sort of like negative and positive. This is a different write, i like this a lot, and quite enjoyed it.

[Hi My Name Isn't Slim S..]

Okay so this was kind of like the best poem ever but no problem.

[Liza]

interesting waves of logic and emotion
then sips into the spiritual
Gold as God
Wondering if the gold is in the fortune validation sense
Gold in the skies....vast - there's much depth waiting

[Trixolomanea]

This has a great flow and feeling to it! I, as well as Courday, love the inner monologe.
Very nice piece!

[Maryum Mazhar]

Nice :)

[Personne]

This is beautiful and great. I really love how you are talking to yourself the whole, and it just flows really well(: