Drifting Poems Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clouds of remorse favor me because I write of them when I am
feeling deeply bereaved at times.
Sololy being affected by what I feel, saddened by the total
emptiness inside, knowing that others feel this way too.
Yet, they don't all know how to deal with it and can't all
write poetry like me.
Stillness covers me like a blanket as I lie upon a cloud,
floating over earth with a saddened disposition filling me.
Letting no one see this side of me, I hide above everyone
and cry alone.
This is how I deal with it at times.
In the end, when I am feeling less bluened, I look up and
wipe away the tears, stepping off the cloud of remorse and
getting on with my life, leaving all emotions drifting in
my poems on clouds.