The Sky Cried, But I Was Dry

A cycle of poems «The Last Letter I Burned Was My Own»

Gray clouds roll in without a sound,
The world soaked through, but I’m unbound.

Tears fell from heavens high,
Yet none escaped these eyes.

The sky cried, but I was dry,
Watching rain fall from the sky.
Heart broke in silent sigh,
While storms went raging by.

You left without a single tear,
A hollow love I once held dear.
The thunder roared, but I stood still,
A frozen soul against my will.

Tears fell from heavens high,
Yet none escaped these eyes.

The sky cried, but I was dry,
Watching rain fall from the sky.
Heart broke in silent sigh,
While storms went raging by.

Lightning struck where dreams had burned,
Lessons lost and nothing learned.
I wore my pain like empty clothes,
Too numb to feel the falling blows.

If rain could wash away the past,
Would I find peace at last?
But drought remains inside my veins,
And silence is my only rain.

The sky cried, but I was dry,
Beneath a never-ending sky.
Alone beneath the thunder’s cry,
The sky cried, but I was dry.