The clouds sit above
waiting for a miracle--
a mortal error.
We are those clouds
shattered across the crust
of what we're made of;
dust, where we return.
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
Miracle
The clouds sit above
waiting for a miracle--
a mortal error.
We are those clouds
shattered across the crust
of what we're made of;
dust, where we return.
