Freestyle Poetry #10

Excited for the death of yesterday

I lay down on a green meadow

With no worries left on my mind

I look towards a grey sky

In it I saw nothing

Hands tear at the clouds

I see it bloom

Eyes staring through me

I hold my breath close

Waiting for it to call

And when it hesitated

I slowly closed my eyes to drift

Awaiting for sleep to take me

Excited for the birth of tomorrow