Finding the path

[Fliptastic29]

O? blue skies do save me from this guarded encasement,
For I cannot witness life.
Black square opens to you and only you,
No sun, no clouds, no life, just you;
Come into me and release my soul,
I cannot bear it any longer;
Eaten and torn it is,
Disheveled as a rotting carcass,
Black as the nigh,
Distilling anger and greed into the air,
But you o sweet sweet blue sky are here,
Open to me
And all that I can see
Bring back the sun and the clouds,
For clouds can be a good thing too.
Release me from this encasement
And allow me to live among the free,
Among the living,
Among the ever wood Tree.
And let it be to thee,
That I find joy and utter glee,
Rekindling the past,
Unrelentingly understanding the Future,
And just letting it be.

[Hannibal]

Interesting take on things here...
Talking about the sky obviously, and sunny days?
but... what's this box you speak of? Is that like a room you're in? perhaps your room as you look outside?
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The last lines are like a barrage of rhyme, which I dont feel was very fitting.
I'm not sure if it was intended or not...
I dunnno *shrugs*
Maybe it just came out that way.
But this one is kinda cool
A lot of imagery that could use some work being "brough together" i think... a lot of ideas, but not super congruent.

[lostmushi]

it's very difficult to get into it at first...it's probably one of those poems you have to read over and over again before things start to come through...