Dark Cloud

Ah, you'll know

My cloud is dissapating

And I feel a poem coming on.

But I must resist,

This time isn't best,

And I know that you can't see why.

This ever looming cloud of sorrow

Hangs over my head

Dooming me to feel this way

A love and a talent of art lost

The essence of knowing I could be something more

And only feeling something lesser of myself.

Knowing that in the wake of the day,

You're oblivious to the words I don't say.

And in all your observation,

There is no truth in this game we play.

Only deaths of careless souls

Who get tangled within a web of lonliness

And pain.

I feel that I must go on

Or the feeling might pass

And be gone...

And my sanity will cease to be

And in the end all I'll be

Is Alone.

Left in my sorrowful cloud

Dooming me to feel this way

A love for you

A love for my art

A love of yours

But I'm doomed to lead an immortal existance

Under a dreadful cloud.

Knowing that I Could do this

And feeling a little less incliened to do so.

And in all my obeservation

The Truth is the sole Lie in this game we play

And the truth is what we yourn to feel anyway

And a lonely pain of a road I walk on alone.

Reviews

[Kelley]

being alone is not always a bad thing.
I loved this poem and it brought back
memories of the past. I like your style
of writing Ice. I will have to come back
and read some more of your work

Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Jason]

I love this peice. I love your style. It's a bit familiar, and touches my soul deep. Keep it up. This is great work!