Uncaring Sky

I wake from nightmares,
Grab pen and paper,
Scribbling those horrid memories,
All that pain, all that painful,
All that suffering and torment,
Marring so many broken pages,
Ink spattered between morbid lines.
Laying down again,
Such a lonely gauntlet I've run,
Watching busy spiders spin webs,
Beautifying the uncaring sky.