Piece of blue sky

Starring into the cloudy sky that grey afternoon
I had not a trace of what might next befall me
Fate, hate, love
They had all failed but were still kept alive
Picking up these pieces
that is the hard part

Like the dead wood in winter
So the sun did depart from my presence
Shadowing me with a garment of darkness
The oil of life has run dry
And the spring of will was broken,
....perhaps, beyond repair


There was not a flicker of hope to be seen
As the silvery light of pain settled in
Torn between both worlds
I stared into unending space

It came upon me suddenly
Seizing my conscious mind
It has no form, no end, no life, just a mission, to crush
I took it all in until it became a part of my wounded soul
There was not a trace of life to leverage
As i let myself fall into this destructible emptiness
In a flash, it showed a ray of hope
One i sorely wished would stay the moment with me
But my broken wounded soul knew without a trace of doubt
That this was just a ray

The ray grew and glittered in my darkness
It gave a little hope
Then , in a flash, it was gone
 Not a clue t o what might next befall me
Fate, hate, love
They had all failed but were still kept alive
Picking up these pieces
that is the hard part

There was a piece of blue sky in that ray of hope,
I saw it, felt it, touched it, lived it,
I became that piece of blue sky
To wander in those dark garments no more.

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[AprilRN1210]

this is a deep introspective piece with a positive message and outcome.. very nicely done.. I did notice a few places where the "i" wasn't capitalized, not sure if that was one on purpose.. also did you mean "staring" instead of "starring"?..