A cloud formed above my head.
Bubbling and blowing, knocking me off my feet.
Candles long blown out.
Do I leave or do I stay?
Even if I go, will it follow?
Forever It stays, and the turmoil does not rest.
Glass shattered, the pain travelled.
High above me rests a cloud,
In its own turmoil, we relate.
Just the two of us,
Knowing nothing more than one another.
Lowly feelings, and heightened dread.
My cloud and I content with the pain.
Nobody could interfere when our blunder intertwines
Overhead I hug my cloud,
Pain becoming my only friend-
Quietly we embrace.
Rough winds settle,
Silence encompassing us both.
Two broken pieces of a missing whole
Under the clouds, but over the moon.
Venting to each other
Wandering our loneliness together.
X, Y, Z, ...
Forever more.
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The Littlest of Things
ŞiirThings I write because I can. I am mostly new to poetry, but I do enjoy it. These are just small poems that I came up with randomly and may or may not have meaning. Some are fictional some are real. Some are completely made of up some are based on...
