A Growth of Emptiness

The blood stained sky
mirrors my soul’s
emptiness.

The clouds
glide through the sky
sucking my breath
with each gust.

Wishing to wake
in a pool of dirty tears,
sadness and silence
decievingly quench my thirst
for comfort.

Shadows of the bloody clouds
suffice to be a friend
to my hollow being.

My emptiness grows.