He Found Clouds That Weathered His Mind

He Found Clouds That Weathered His Mind Twelve months ago he caught a train A train of thought. At the depot of his mind he got on, As a stowaway. All through his life He was hitching a ride, Hitching life, Hitching nothing. In tow He had nothing to show. Just seeds of gloom That grew into trees. Trees of melancholy. On the outside he was normal. On the inside He was fighting his demons Masked as depression. On this train ride He hoped for an answer, A guiding light, An angel from Heaven, A welcoming change. It grew worse. Winds of faith, Blowing him chocolate, Wrapped up in sweetness, An oasis. He saw her on this train, Another stowaway. Perfect. Water for his drought The angel he sought. His sunshine. They talked briefly. It stormed, She turning into clouds That weathered his mind. Another aberration. He got off, Kisses blowing In the wind Masked as pain Taking him further Into the abyss, into the depots of his mind. connie pachecho 8/6/17