Cobalt curtains hide a barren sky spewing fire
His lowered lids hide arid eyes lost before the specter
Parched fields are the only ones that look up for an answer
To a silent sky that banished the clouds forever.
With a frayed bag he leaves his land behind
And makes the trek to the city of gold
The gold will only be in the skies
The same sky that betrayed his soul.
© anjali purohit 2014