My Book of Poems

The Clouds

I look up at the clouds.
They flow in a sweeping motion.
As if someone is pushing them away.
They are reflecting my emotions.

Different tints of grey.
Reflecting against the blue.
The silver lining is threatened,
By the darkness that came through.

Rain falls from clouds,
As do tears fall from eyes.
They have been clouded by their judgement.
That's why the clouds and I cry.

The shapes they form,
Fit to my thoughts.
The clouds are a canvas to my memories.
For my mind becomes lost
Within them.

The anger.
The sadness.
Are easily reflected by the clouds.
Hence why they look dense,
As I feel like that too.

The sky disappears.
Hidden by the clouds.
The sadness they feel,
Overcomes the blue,
Their feelings no longer sound.

They become darker
And rumble with anger.
The rain, they are holding back.
Because it hurts to cry,
It hurts to see the clouds somber.

The thunder.
The rain.
Comes from the clouds.
They dissipate from the pain.

I look up at them.
I know how they feel.
I cry with anger.
My mind becomes lost within my eyes.
My memories and heartaches,
Stay painfully real.