Your Poetry Dot Com - Talking To The Sky

Hey Mr. Sky

Wassup dark clouds

I just need someone to talk to

I'm feeling quite down

Struggling to adjust to my surroundings

Of no one being around

While I walk this road

Hearing my own echo

Feeling the cold wind blow

This just about the exact same scenario

As the album cover of Eminem's Recovery

Just instead of him it's me

And Satan's face magically forms

From the smoke I exhale

What does that mean

And why it keeps happening

Is it a sign that I should turn back and leave

A forewarning that he'll eventually capture me

No matter how persistent I am or try to be

I know it means something

Because it wouldn't appear for nothing

There's always more that meets the eye

You're a perfect example Mr. Sky

I have no one to talk to

And since listen is all you can do

It's you I can look up to

So as I walk this road

With hopes of seeking redemption

I come to you with faithful intentions

All I ask of you

Just show me what I have to do

Guide me at all times

Teach me all guidelines for survival

I hope to find a great friend in you

And hope to live another day

So we can spend a day or two

And most importantly

Hope to see you in my victorious ending

Of my Road To Redemption

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