A Cloud Looms
On this earth, is there no reprieve?
Each day here defies my sanity, but we still call it reality.
Something feels off to me
That cloud that looms and never leaves
Raining down great hypocrisies
Watering down true philosophies
Shrouding the sacred mountain,
So we never reach the peak.
Why does it grow, yet never leave?
Spilling it's gale into a well of agony
Filling the tainted spring fifty fathoms deep
Endlessly refreshing the supply of suffering.
Which does not deplete.
Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2017
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