In the grip of gray clouds, I sigh,
As raindrops dance upon my weary face.
Beneath the tempest's coat, I lie,
Aching body, lost in this gloomy space.
Oh, I'm under the weather, my friend,
A ship tossed in the sea of pain.
Fever's flames, my strength they rend,
Leaving me drenched in despair's disdain.
The chills within my bones prevail,
Like icy fingers, their grip so tight.
The world seems dim, the colors pale,
And shadows mock me in this dreary fight.
Yet, I shall not yield to sickness's snare,
For hope's candle still flickers in my soul.
I'll bear the storm, and brave the cold air,
With stubborn resolve, I'll strive to be whole.
Though my body aches and my spirit wanes,
I'll find solace in each fleeting day.
Like rainbows after torrential rains,
I'll rise, stronger than before, on my way.
For in the depths of life's troubled hush,
We learn to cherish moments, big or small.
Even under the weather's darkened brush,
Hope blossoms, keeping one and all.
So, I'll brave this tempest, my faithful foe,
For I believe in the sun's golden reign.
Under the weather, but courage shall grow,
And transform this struggle into a gain.
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Random Poems
Poesíarelatable random poems about life ** These are a collection of life-related poetry that I've stumbled upon at random over the years. Reading between the lines is challenging, but if you've faced challenges in life, you may be able to relate to it...
