Storm Within the Clouds
The walls are too close for comfort to high to climb
The air is hard to breathe to weak to fight and find the light
Arms giving up nowhere to hide the frustration deepness
Gray skies ahead covering the suns rise in ocean of rain drops
Clouding the way lost in Debre taken with the wind light as feather
Gliding slightly through the madness of the storm barely above water choking
Back the desperation shown on ones face for the race has begun to transpire
Dead end no right way to turn and run for the black and blue sky follow
Drained from the flight ten feet above no one in sight to guide the way
Lost and confused as to were next when all said and done and all is gone
With the wind blowing hot air to hard to breath to scared to move for fear
Of being record nice as weak every day the same hurting feeling
Alone rise and fall weather landing on one's tow feet or falling to the ground
To be disregarded were is the rope to pull one out of despair
Is there no more hope left nothing but blue-gray sky
Were has the sun gone and hide with no one by its side alone it rises
Out of sight out of mind it finds it self-confined and alone fighting its way threw the sky
Trying to brighten and shine its self back
Copyright © Mirian Parrilla | Year Posted 2016
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