My mind is like a clear
Blue summer’s sky
And my memories
Are like summer clouds
That roll on by,
Most are beautiful,
Pure and white
But when I sleep,
When I lay down my
Head at night
The dark clouds build
And
Overwhelm the light,
And like a summers storm
They gather with menace
The wind that drives them
Is fear & regret
And
I have-not managed
To control either yet
So like a storm that is coming,
The first drops of rain fall
And
I am caught out in the open
All alone
To weather the storm
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Author:
Mozzthe1 (
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Comments2
just a wonderful read
and voicing such relatable themes
thanks for sharing
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