Cloud Poem by Michael Koelliker

Cloud



I float upon this black cloud.
Lying here under this burial shroud.
Trying not to be foolishly proud.

The end is in sight.
I struggle with all my might.
The voice says just come into the Light.

(3/21/2008)

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Michael Koelliker

Michael Koelliker

Victorville, California
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