tag poem, unedited .Topic by Budsilver
Beneath a cloudy cover
of unclear words and unsure feelings
you clamor for warmth,
digging holes
finding stumps
frustrating yourself.
Dodging raindrops when
the shower would refresh,
you stand beneath trees
fearing thunder,
watching the lightening
holding your ears....
Moon beams break your reverie,
distract you from your
star wishing coma;
hating the crickets
noisy fiends that once
you thought a charm...
So smiles surprise you
as tears go by you unacknowledged
and when you wake on that last day
and curse your lot and wonder why
nothing went your way....
the clouds will still be rolling by
and so will I
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