Notice of absence from depressionofbecca
Taking a Mental Health Leave. I don't know when I will publish next.

If tomorrow our sky is no longer blue,

Would the sun begin to fall from the sky

Would the grass crumble beneath our feet 

Would the  stars begin to collide

Would the animals start to die 

Would the trees become frail

Would the bushes become non-green

Would the people fail to breathe

If the sky was no longer blue,

What color would it be?

I ought to know,

because I am from a world 

A world where the sky is no longer blue

  • Author: hopeforthehopeless (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 6th, 2021 07:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: I got a new poem journal that has prompts and this was this first one to finish the sentence.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 33


  • Lorna

    A beautiful and fragile sadness....

  • hotidris

    That poem is really beautiful.

  • spilleronsheet

    The sky isn’t blue
    I look at it
    It keeps changing without whispering me
    I decided I won’t rely on it
    I shall choose the colours for it
    Dear poet paint the sky with the colour you want
    Be it pink, red, black or grey
    Don’t stop painting it

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