Rainless Morning Sky

As a whisper that vanished in the wind, as a shimmering candle light, exhausted. raced against time eager to take the first breath of life, won over, racing to the top; stubborn with life. literally 4 feet high. kissed dirt, as the hunger pang was never worth a deer. lost that was loved and loved that who hated. grieving over the memories lost, emotions have been explored, every surfaced weakness has been persecuted. banished for being a coloured face, yet a dead heart still beating inside. Like sadness scorching the sun and a rainless morning sky. like a saint having a possession over nothing, should I cross over as a passing cloud, with a silenced tone, voice not heard. Never deserving to exist.