Sardonicism

You figure it out

Now!

I shout, a deity, and mother nature bends her will

To please my quivering arrow.

My breath bows the boughs of mighty maples.

Shocking acid green against the purple.

I hope, in wrath, to pitch the pidgeons into bricks.

To crack so wide open, the sky I see my

God.

 

And yours..

And yours….

And that you finally find yours.

Author's Note

you're not going to get a straight answer with this one