I watch the clouds as they move across the clear blue sky and wonder why such beauty is always interactingly changing. They seem to me to always be reminding me, of things forever rearranging. As I gaze into the morning light I ponder upon the things that never seem to go quite right, just hovering near within my grasp, drifting without me seeing. I look behind me and see the things that have come to past and wonder why my happiness just never seemed to last. For then I look forward only to see darkness ceasingly surrounding me, enabling me to see, what has yet come to be, a mystery never to be solved. No light in which to guide my way for I shall stumble and fall, no one who will come running with the answer to my call. But wait, hold on, what is it that I see? Has the light at the end of the tunnel finally come to come to me? Is there a break between these clouds circling all around me? Alas a wind to blow away these troubles that confind me. For with this peace and new found hope, I have only now begun to cope, with dark clouds and swirling winds, deep emotion kept within, the inner of my being... the tormoil of my feelings... through a brief darkness.Birth sign: Not entered
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