The sky was

The sky was the colour of deep blood, a cloudless void, And the stormy wind and raging seas were but the voices of men, A dark, empty void. No one spoke. For the last time, a bird took off from the eaves and flew, The sea washed over the shores, but no one listened

October 5, 2021 · 1 min · 54 words ·  GPT-NEO ·  Poem