Painful Skies

By Samuel Ludke

"Painful Skies" by Samuel Ludke is a poignant collection of poetry that delves deep into the human experience, exploring themes of heartache, resilience, and hope. Through vivid imagery and raw emotion, Ludke paints a picture of a world where the skies themselves seem to weep with the sorrows of life, yet also reveal glimpses of beauty and strength. Each poem serves as a testament to the struggles we endure and the strength we discover within ourselves. "Painful Skies" invites readers to reflect on their own journeys and find solace in the shared pain and beauty of the human condition.

• Language: English
• Publisher: American Poets Inc.
• Release date: May 13, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223393436

Samuel Ludke

Samuel Howard Ludke is an American Poet, Western Writer, and Author. His poetry deals with life, love, death, and the pursuit of the American Dream. He has written thousands of poems, almost one hundred books, and articles for many newspapers across the country. 

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Mean

The dawn crept in, a pale blush on the pane,

A tiny hand, a flutter, a soft strain.

My eyes fluttered open, met a sight so sweet,

A fragile face, a newborn's incomplete.

You whispered promises, a future bright,

Of sleepless nights, but love that burns so white.

We cradled dreams, of laughter, tiny steps,

A perfect family, where love never slept.

But shadows lurked, beneath your charming smile,

A flicker cold, a heart that seemed on trial.

The weight of life, a burden you'd not share,

The weight of love, a cross you couldn't bear.

The crib cried out, a symphony of need,

A hungry plea, a silent, urgent creed.

You flinched away, from duties yet unseen,

A hollow echo, where a father should have been.

The nights grew long, a battlefield of tears,

My weary body, racked with endless fears.

The weight of love, a burden on my soul,

A fractured dream, that started to take toll.

I'd sing you lullabies, beneath the moon's soft glow,

While empty promises, in whispered voices flow.

The baby cooed, a sound so pure and bright,

A beacon in the darkness, of a love that burns so white.

But dawn would break, revealing cracks so deep,

The fragile trust, a promise hard to keep.

Excuses spun, a web of tangled lies,

The father in your eyes, slowly began to die.

One day you left, a silent, swift goodbye,

A single tear, escaped my tear-stained eye.

The tiny hand, reached out, a