Judgment Days Poem by Giovani Valencia

The clouds in the sky tell me more about me
Than they tell me of the rain or the sun
They're grey, dark and impulsive and meek
Not a hope in them, not a word, not a lie
The message they relay is one of toughness
And their thunderous words are not easy
For they show no mercy, they show no kindness
They're over my head and have kept me busy

I could paint or draw or sing or write
But they are meaningless and empty actions
For the trouble persists in the grey skies
For judgment has lasted and so have its sanctions
I could do so many things than I can list
But more than anything I want to die
I ask for a handshake and I get a fist
I get tough rebukes instead of good advice

It's no more a life, just going through the motions
Wake up and endure another day and sleep
With no happiness, only sad emotions
With no one next to me, no one to hear
Just gloomy thoughts that have a voice
Condemning me for everything I've done
I hear them for counsel because they poise
A great deal of truth of what I really am!

Maybe some day the grey skies will leave
And life will be good, happy and fun
Maybe the voices no longer will hiss
With the soft rain or the thunderous clouds
Maybe, just maybe I will have again
A family to hold, to love and to need
And they will love me like I love them
And again I will write, draw, paint and sing…