A Cloudy Day. You never know whats happening on the other side, it can be as dark as the midnight sky or bright when the sun is shining high. Like smelling the fresh air after the clouds cry, or feeling the sun on your skin pry.
The clouds may never disappear, which may cause alot of people to fear and even shed some tears. The dark grey colors that spread throughout the year, may make us think we are in the clear. Maybe there is something more severe.
Living life on the edge is never healthy, but how can I not when people are so stealthy. They are the ones that make the clouds cry so heavily, even if they did it "accidentally". Maybe the ones who make the sun shine extraordinarily, are the ones we need to be thinking of more carefully.
Maybe a cloudy day is a good thing, keeping the sun away from all of this suffering. I wish I could keep people from singing, so that I can keep on living without flat-lining.
A Cloudy Day, You never know what happening on the other side, that's why we have to keep our heads held high.
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Embers of Endurance
PoetryAn original poetry book by me. About my life and what it came to be.
