They are still there over my head.

Buzzing, hovering, and spreading death

It wasn’t enough that they took the land.

Now they are conquering my sky.

My dearest sky is full of fear.

full of bombs and full of agony.

The same sky I used to stare at

is now the one I’m afraid to recognize.

They took my sky and left me there

shaking, trembling, and fading.

How will I be safe now?

How will I be free?

What’s the point of having wings?

when all the air is stolen.

and this vast blue space

is no longer ours; it is no longer mine.

It all once started

on one of the darkest nights.

They brutally killed the moon

and then followed the sun.

and then used the blood

to make the sky red.

That’s their favorite color.

That’s how it’s preferred.

and now my wings will wither

and slowly burn to ashes.

But I will not be a phoenix.

For now, I’ve lost my purpose.

and now the air is heavy.

It is no longer my place to stay.

I want to be hopeful.

But how shall I ever be so?

This isn’t a story of hope.

It is just another tragedy.

Because they took my light away.

They took my joy away.

They took my sky and with it

My soul just faded away.