These are the clouds I see,
Steadily floating over me.
They do not rain, they do not pour;
They cling to me like painful sores.
THey color only grey and black,
I do not dare to turn my back.
The bring no wind nor rolling thunder,
I stand alone forever under.
My heart it aches at the sight
of sun and all eternal light.
It would be such a lie to say
that I could ever feel okay.
No voices do I hear,
I'm trapped in my own fear.
A lock of rage and love,
I see no sky above.
My head is low; I see the ground,
I try to stop from falling down.
My legs are weak, my eyes; they lie,
I think soon I will fall and die.
*This poem was written like a metaphor of what I was feeling and they way my life was going at the time this was written, Please comment and rate, I accept both good comments and constructive ones.. Thanks*
