As I Mourn

As I mourn your death,
the sky turns black in mutiny,
melodious incantations flow through
the air showing clairvoyance in disgust.
What disillusion!
In the heavens all will be in ruins.
What reason is there for existence
if you are not continuously lifting
our spirits up high?,
a vast wasteland awaits us all in the
midst of a futuristic revolution.

"Broken" Photograph by Lottie Williams