Clouds Of Depression Poem by Britney Hogue

I will cry the tears of hundreds
But Ill never once see where they fall
I will scream the sounds of thunder
But never once hear the echo
I will cover the glorious sun
Even though I have no skin

I am a lonely dark cloud
A depression of sorts
A draining illness at best,
the tears are always flowing
Either on the inside or out
What will I ever do.

Hanging high upon the sky
I can see all down below
And what I see saddens me.
The people down from me
They all are suffering as me
Where has joy and happiness gone

It is normal for my tears
It is appropriate for my screams
And I’m use to hiding the light
But not humanity
It is their job to remain happy
What has happened to this