poems

Hence,

Clouded skies

With the smoke that arise

Suddenly, gloom began to bloom

As quickly as the shroom. 

I looked up and watched the clouds

Darken my paused surrounding 

As the tears of the sky

Slowly started pouring.

I stayed,  as the rain worsened 

I stayed til thunderstorm came

As chills run through my vertebrates

An unlikely situation that I so hate.

I stepped back

And the cliff welcomed me

Into its longing embrace I thrust myself

Hence... I succumbed to the darkness of thee.