So Much For That

Today I tried to write a happy poem but halfway through it started to cry and when I asked it what was wrong it cut it's eyes at me and told me that I knew exactly what was wrong so I stopped writing it because I didn't like it's tone or the way it cut it's eyes at me as if it was accusing me of something So I closed my journal and put it on the shelf and went outside to watch the wind blow through the rows of corn from my front stoop after a few minutes I began to imagine the clouds drifting by without a care in the world then after awhile even the clouds began to look sad and droopy but at least they didn't cut their eyes accusingly as if I had something to do with it