Dark Clouds Over My Poetic Skies
To pretend happy
I cannot anymore.
Scars mock me,
for every act I try.
Dark clouds guard
where my muse used to fly.
I feel my own hands,
strangling, the one ray of light,
Like an island under the wave,
I feel my tresures being washed away.
Under the rain of my own tears,
I feel them wet the soil I stand.
Then like every water cycle
evaporated into clouds, dark
Clouds suffocate,
my single ray of light.
I only have tears,
and I'm feeling my own muse dying.
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