Under the Mad Sky

AI generated photo — Using this poem as the prompt.

Sat by the street,
under a mad sky mixed
with grey and blue,
where a faint sun tried
to break through.

There, too close
to my Full Metal Jacket,
its weight like a silent scream,
a shield against the abyss,
caught in the half-light.

I waited, death a silent shadow,
unseen yet ever-present.
But it was love, that found me first,
in her red Honda Civic.

It came to take me,
with a simple invitation to come back,
to a place where I start to heal,
shedding this armored skin.

Love took me home,
through streets glowing softly,
to a place where healing
starts with letting go,
where shadows fade into light,
and new colors slowly appear.

AI generated photos — Using this poem as the prompts.