Moving On

gone- like the ray of the sun clutched by thunder's clouds, the grey converting the blue- the once sunny sky now falls with tears, pleading for sorrow, forgiveness, any form of guilt until there's hail and it unfolds. Emotions take their roll, rewinding the camera- the only witness of the disaster, but still proof. If only the proof weren't so easily stamped on, beaten by the wings of the tornado, swallowed by lightening's threat, struck once, twice, only to realize the third time's a charm, the third time so rare, only occurs when vulnerability is shown, or the neglection of change. But you don't seem to care, you've scooped up your remains, thrown out my heart, stomped on it until it lye flat, uneven, extinct. I can't bare to think you even care, not even the slightest bit because this hail falls and the thunder yells at you, so you've lost sight of the sun, you've lost sight of reality's touch, you don't trust the light no more, then again, neither do I...