I'm Not Sure What To Call This.

the clouds grow black while the sun turns red,

i never thought blood would light the day.

the leaves of trees brush my fingertips as i walk through their masses,

the birds leave secrets in my ears.

my sore eyes look for the horizon.

i am burned by the constant lightning,

my head is crushed by the clap of thunder. 

i am in their midst, 

and i am not welcome.

my sore eyes look for the horizon.

we walk on the back of a beaten horse,

she can no longer run. 

we push for more, to go farther than she is able to carry.

i am not blind to her pain,

but i am not our kind.

above, to my left, and below me, it ends.

to my right, blood lights my day,

to my right, blood leads my way.

i am home.