Free Cee a Junkies Joust With Injustice
PLEASE DON'T SPEAK SO CLOUD
clouds converge overhead
but only over mine
everywhere else it's sunny instead
so i take the cloudiness as a sign
a cloud sighs up in the skies
as addiction, a hopeless affliction hampers me
and yes, this junkie hopelessly cries
while my tears compete with a cloud's humidity
i wonder about humidity's humility
for it's subservient to a cloud
as i am submissive to the rain's decree
for it declares me a failure right out loud
its voice is thunder, roaring with might
and i hear every god forsaken word
and although i put up quite a good fight
its message of disaster has been loudly heard
the clouds over my head are a sign
of the doom i'm certain is soon to arrive
sometimes i wish that i was born blind
or even that i was never alive
(c) 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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