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...
very nice poem.full of complex imagery ''i mean it in a good way'' and words are well chosen
you, my dear, are a poet. truly enjoyed the plays on words and images.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! so young but you sing like an enlightened person. CP