A Dream Above Us

For tonight I see angels.

They beckon me to a realm

Above us.

Above our violence

And misery.

Above the curved surface

Of the Earth,

Dotted sharply with greed

And covered by flashing thunder storms

of hate.

Tonight I float into empty darkness

Encompassed by clouds.

I float on a surging wave of joy.

 

But as I lay upon this bubbling

River of bliss

The night slips back away

Like a tide

In the sea of

Space.

I fall back to the

Quarrelsome

Cavernous

Clouds of man,

Sucked in by

Thundering myst

And flashing haze

And suffocated

By the smog

Of a thousand burning dreams.

Author's Note

is it just bad? I'm always horrible at telling if my writing sucks. I need you to tell me.