When the Bough Breaks

this darkened world cries like these skies I hear the moans of winded gusts echoing down the streets the branches snapping like lost minds as the trees topple downward I trembles like leaves breaking free twirling around spiraling down these streets littered with graffiti of the aftermath of fury lines drawn lines downed roads closed like minds as we sit in the dark eclipsed beneath the wail of sirens before silence breaks with dawn the break of horizon bloodied like the streets but we can't see beyond the clouds of smoky skies as we choke on fear (we've been having some violent storms here, loss of power, roads closed, we have riots here, and here the sirens, but no one knows if they are in reference to the storms or the riots... it was kind of nice being away from the plague of the world for a little bit and just be able to clear your mind and relax outside between the storms)