Staring Sky

To look up at weeping clouds      
Bearing the death of cries      
It seeps into my eyes      
But these shiny beads aren’t mine      
They aren’t threaded from inside      
It’s evaporates to the sky      
With every sunrise invasion      
Shedding void eyes      
That echo without demise      
I seek foggy mist      
Hoping to blur an epiphany     
But it’s all too clear      
There is nothing left here      
But a futile overcast stitching      
To keep the ledge of string      
From fraying      
The needles piercing hole      
Continues a cycle of impotent potential      
Beads will soon be falling      
From this cloud I’ve morphed into      
I miss times of mindless desiccation      
But everything that fades      
Just comes back to this empty space      
In the sky