Big Black Cloud Poem by susette varga

Big Black Cloud



A big black cloud
Hangs over him
He is never ever happy

He snarls
And growls
Bares his fangs
Permanently snappy

Like the lone wolf
He is a recluse
Fools he does
Not suffer

He's in despair
As no one is there
To ever satisfy him

He will critisise
Put you down
To make himself
Feel better

If truth be told
it will never work
He is just goddam nasty

Saturday, January 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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