The Cloud
I know of a world that never retreats
it returns with grace, it returns with fury
it clings to the bottom of my familiar steps
it erodes and evolves and endures, but it does not escape
it never leaves
I sit in the back, the China sun masked in a haze of yellow rememberance
and I remember how it aches, how it can throb and beat and bleed
and after so many times, I am still soft
and easily wounded
I sit in the back, I clench my fist and search for something to grasp
my eyes are in a vise, and I try to open them only to see pain
and hear the sounds of a sorrowful breeze
the cloud of the past and of a heavy heart remind me
that though age has been a constant companion
I still remember how to be frozen in the cool, fierce arms of being broken
It never gets better, especially when you never expect to glimpse it again
damn, you weren’t kidding. im not really one to believe that people need to experience ups and downs, that it is those times that we are down that make the times when we are happy all the more memorable. one thing its important for me to realize though, and it is hard at times when i feel like shit, is that it passes, and ussually when it passes i am in a great place, however temporary that high may be.
beigege