The Earth Pierces The Sky On This Fine Day

By Prerana Srinivasan

The earth pierces the sky on this fine day

Autumn’s leaves have kissed the wet brown they say

My heart beats in sorrow longing for a future that could’ve never been

Soft tendrils of black make known their place when

I hear the hail calling out my name

My longing soon fades for the hail fills the wound

What I thought of hell is a place now known

Deep inside I still shiver

Though pain is a prophecy I can’t abandon

I don’t wish for her to glimmer

In all her dusty hues of grey

I beg for her to clear my way

Am I to be at her behest till the hour of my demise?

I still long its for summer skies

of blue

Joy encompassed in buttercups

Yet they won’t come my way now I can tell

Watching from my window panes

Painting the frosted morning

with wet fingertips of sorrow

It all clears out

It all clears out

I stare at the clear glass

I am free now

Torn apart by the shackles which bound me to the earth

Free I am lifted up as the pieces touch the ground

The blue skies embrace all of my being

softly caressing the smog from the embers left behind

yet it remains

Momentary bliss fades

Lilting words of honey fade

It crumbles time and time again

Hail shall be my home

Vain the bride of my lifeless effigy

She nurses the child of contempt who grows within

the dilapidated womb of my kin

Hail is now my home

Hail is now home

By Prerana Srinivasan