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
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