Cries of the sky's

can you hear the cries of the sky's I hear them dying from inside. I stand outside and wipe the drops off of my eyes. The hunger of happiness roars at me as the clouds dance. Sun hidden aware of its inability of a fighting chance. I look into a puddle and realize that right behind me is a reflection of the sky ,and there lye a mural of it behind my eyes, so similar yet so far same characteristics its bazaar. The difference is visually clear yet the feeling of emptiness, fear , darkness can compare. Like those who's eyes belong to the sky's i have risen from the puddle and kept my stride.