No Contest
It hangs there in the space above you Like a threatening storm cloud that sits menacingly above the horizon as the sun bids its final farewell A brewing tempest of discontent throwing shadows on happiness and harmony Knowing a fearful torrent of anger will be released in a violent deluge A rainbow will appear only to show its bright colors for an instant before they run into a watery grave The sweetness of the day will be forever soured Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Written for: Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo Word Prompts Space - RDP Sweet - Word of the Day Mish is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets