Clouds

As Clouds Drift Across the sky

I look at it’s beauty

Recalling events in my life

Holding back tears

That want to escape from my eyes

How bad I want to cry

How I wish I could scream

No matter how many times I blink my eyes

I know this is not a dream

All of this is real

Everything I’ve been through

I’m at a point that I no longer feel

There is no beauty in my pain

Nor the teardrops spilling

From my eyes like rain

Forever stained on my face

Embellished in sadness

Where happiness doesn’t have a state

Wishing I could erase

And start life over with a new slate

Trying to find my place

In this existence called life

Yearning to be free

Like clouds drifting across

The sky

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem while riding the train. As I looked up at the sky I was overcome with a sensation to be a cloud… drifting aimlessly without a care in the world.

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