Clouds
Clouds
Sweet as the day is, I look away.
My mind goes forward ,
I look back.
Can't see the future only the past,
the sun is shining,
But I can't see the light.
My mind is in disarray.
Entrenched ideas stop,
Black fog is the spirits blight.
Can't keep it away,
The past comes to haunt,
torment and pursue.
Shadows come with no retreat.
Relinquish the phantom inside
my head, so I might visualize,
outward instead.
Looking ahead for my solution.
Turn the switch and lift the veil.
I don't want to see clouds on
this sunny day.
Anne Rutherford
copyright 2008
Poems From The Heart Series
Copyright © Anne Rutherford | Year Posted 2011
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