perhaps, I suppose
my blood clogged, without flow
maybe, I guess
my fears crept, from under my breath
a thought, I think
my understanding shifted, it blinked
non-the-less
it's red and I must address
this mess
this rift
this cleft
bring back my sun
my endless times undone
my sea, my emerald green
my sky, my shimmery blue
my earth, my multicolored brown
my love, my purest white, hue
perhaps, I suppose
maybe, I guess
a thought, I think
it will all come back to subdue this mess...
Reginald Goodridge
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-is-the-sky-red/
