'I, ' No Longer... Poem by Brittney Karasek

You tore me apart.
broken, wounded, and alone;
I headed towards the sky.
The wind came before the sun.

Clouds are funny things,
lies, misconceptions.
Like water, are the clouds
They trick and deceive,
far away and unforgiving.
Like wind, are the clouds.
Clouds are fragile things.

My journey takes me,
it leaves me nowhere.
I cannot stop,
I cannot rest my head.
Tired and weary, I am,
as are the lights I see.
So close to oblivion.
So near death,
the edges are soft.
they fade to black...