I see a lot of poems so i thought i would give one a try. tell me what yall think.


the skyline is in the far away horison
i look far away and see it
the sun popped out from underneath the clouds
and it burns my eye like looking in a welders flame
the center of my eyeball was black
now it is grey
it has been burnt and it wont be the same again
the clouds start to break from eachother
but the smoke stacks still put smoke into the air
i try to tell the difference between smoke and cloud
but i cant tell the difference
the ghetto is so cold
the ghetto is getting colder
and i still cannot see past the smoke