Poem: The World Weeps With Me by Kayla Cook

Weeping Skies by Kayla Cook

The World Weeps With Me
By Kayla Cook

The sky weeps upon the shattered walkway,

soaking the cracked pavement with its tears,

churning the lake water into a murky mess.

Puddles form here and there, reflecting the

sky’s pain back up to its azure countenance.

In my room, alone and small, I shed my own.

They spill from my eyes and slide down my face,

the trails they leave as invisible as my scars.

They collect at the razor edge of my chin before

falling to meet the faded pages of my story.

Splat,

Splat—

Fall the tears on both sides of the foggy window

that faintly reflects my frail features back to me.

As I sit in my room, small and alone,

The world weeps with me.

Together we let our pain water the seeds of our future,