Atop my Home

The sky was then my roof,
Upon our years, stories,
I felt winds that carried
Humanities treaties…

Skies spilled into
The stairwell of my home
And swept me down, along
Walls dressed in windows.

I passed a century
Of myself as i ran down,
And near the bottom found
The last years I had known.

Those black crows flew above
And laid a blanket of smoke
That turned to a cloth of ruble,
A sky beneath death’s cloak.

With me was the sky i rode
As a stallion through the years,
And with me i thought i should
Then have it, even so, near.

6 thoughts on “Atop my Home

  1. I passed a century
    Of myself as i ran down,
    And near the bottom found
    The last years I had known.

    O_O

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