a passing thought...

gloom veils our faces,
thick festering mass,
creeping over all thats us,
making today about,
yesterday's horror,
tomorrow's sorrow.

slithers and constricts,
like a vine,
over its unfortunate host,
till it is everything
the world sees,
and the underneath is left for dead.

as we stare it in the face,
our fingers entwine,
and i whisper,
"stay strong, brave face,
the cloud of despair,
shall pass in time.",

and together we shall exclaim,
'ha, it too has finally passed'
drawing you closer for an embrace,
a voice inside me asks,
"what if you are a cloud shading me,
from the bleak out there that is me?"