Storm Within the Clouds

The walls are too close for comfort to high to climb The air is hard to breathe to weak to fight and find the light Arms giving up nowhere to hide the frustration deepness Gray skies ahead covering the suns rise in ocean of rain drops Clouding the way lost in Debre taken with the wind light as feather Gliding slightly through the madness of the storm barely above water choking Back the desperation shown on ones face for the race has begun to transpire Dead end no right way to turn and run for the black and blue sky follow Drained from the flight ten feet above no one in sight to guide the way Lost and confused as to were next when all said and done and all is gone With the wind blowing hot air to hard to breath to scared to move for fear Of being record nice as weak every day the same hurting feeling Alone rise and fall weather landing on one's tow feet or falling to the ground To be disregarded were is the rope to pull one out of despair Is there no more hope left nothing but blue-gray sky Were has the sun gone and hide with no one by its side alone it rises Out of sight out of mind it finds it self-confined and alone fighting its way threw the sky Trying to brighten and shine its self back