'In A Cloud' Poem by Linda Winchell

Mind encased in a dark and clouded mist,
Trying to focus on the nothingness of it all.
Staring out into a voided world of empty,
Not seeing or heeding a much higher call.

Focused on just what might lay ahead,
Where nothing is expected ever there to be.
Silly as that may sound to some
This has been a reality for me.

Crawling forward…one grasping finger at a time,
Falling however short… from my final goal.
Telling myself that all is well,
Yet little do I really know.

That this is it…this is all I get,
For all my troubles…trials and pain.
And some have said…that this is not all there is,
I could come back…in a cloud… to do it all over and over again.