A summer Breeze

Now spots darken the sky,
strips of me float in the wind.
The deep gashes and sores mare my skin,
pain, wish for a never never chance.
No clouds in the sky,
the pain of humankind lingers on the breeze.
Floating the scream of the damned,
Pondering our penance, the dark spots we can't hide.
Wishes are like clouds, obfuscating any chance to worship the sky.
Strips of skin,
pounds of tears,
river of blood adorn the streets.
Shame of humanity lingers on the world.
The voice of the damned demand the free sky.
Lingering in the breeze,
crying in the sun.
No clouds,
no spots,
free sky.

JamieP.