My Mind 19/11

I look to the sky,
cast grey like tarmac,
I try and trace a path,
hoping it leads to you,
but it breaks to soon,
falling to the ground with fury.

I look to the ground,
now broken by puddles,
I gaze at them,
finding only broken bits of me,
that was once whole.

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?"

When it rains

Something I wrote a couple of minutes back. Please leave any comments if this means anything to you. Thank you.

PS: yeah its crap after all I wrote it :)

 

 

sometimes when rain strikes hard

unbending determined velocity

i look from the window

everything appears distorted

but the window itself is clear

clarity found only when

rain strikes hard