Zephyr

Zephyr

Black skies flying overhead.

I keep walking but all I can see is

The dark clouds passing me by.

I see a broken mirror,

Shards flying in dead air.

I see a crippled mask,

Its owner crumpled to the ground.

I see crushed houses,

Their roof tops shattered in,

Their windows blocked,

Their doors with bullet holes.

I see fire surrounding

The forest in which I walk on,

Trees evaporating the smoldering dusky sky.

Flowers ablaze in the darkened zephyr.

I see their plastered smiles,

Lying though their teeth.

Pretending never works when

It's transparent.

I can see their world,

Feel their helplessness.

Trust broken in two,

Paradise twisted in all.