Pockmarked Sky

Sitting here with my pen

Gazing in your eyes

Silhouetted in the holes

Of a deep blue pockmarked sky

Sitting here on a ledge

Learning how to fly

To the little windows in my head

That hold the pockmarked sky

Sitting here in the dark

So that’s what it’s like die

Wondering if I’ll ever reach

My fabled pockmarked sky

Sitting here on a cloud

Fondling my small knife

Sitting here by myself

Within a pockmarked sky

©Aarron Mondello
17/7/2018

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