by Chad S.

Monroe, LA

Dusk sky flecked with cotton candy

fluffy cumulus treats both white and pink

brush strokes on an indigo canvas

Deep purple to magenta as the summer sun sets

on my sulking soul.

The hot humid air envelopes all

Caught in it’s sultry embrace

Seductively seducing all stillness to stir

Awakened? Mistaken!

How did “I” arrive in this perilous

plot line?

The only true prison is the one in “your” mind

Solace “I” seek

This is no path for the weak

Breathe slow Breathe deep

Awaken from sleep

Looking up, not a cloud in the sky

No sunset nothing awry

Looking before but never did see

That beautiful sky, well, that’s Me