tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669 (are we there yet?) kokopelle 2015-08-05T20:59:21Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:552223 2015-08-05T20:57:48Z 2015-08-05T20:59:21Z contemplative public 0 A combination of the Placebo internet radio station, along with a vague idea about really knowing the depressed person, resulted in the poem “Cloudy Days”. Warning, this is more than a little dark.<br /><br /><br />Cloudy Days<br />Poem for Day 217 – 20150805<br /><br />I welcome the cloudy weather,<br />grayness to mask the black inside.<br />The rain will provide cover<br />to the tears that drown my soul.<br />This isn't Disney World,<br />no place to take the little kids.<br />You'll visit and stand back in awe,<br />wonder if the sun will shine again.<br /><br />You say you don't understand this,<br />can you when I am confused too?<br />To live another day is my trial,<br />Bataan March of the weary soul.<br />To smile at the world hurts my mouth,<br />have I shown you what you want to see?<br />Welcome to my mind's big top show,<br />bring on the clowns with bloody grins.<br /><br />Some may say I'm brave to share these things,<br />I must now humbly disagree.<br />A coward's life is never pretty<br />even when dressed in thoughtful prose.<br />Word finery does not forgive,<br />any more than a purse comes from pig's ear.<br />I'll leave you with my apologies,<br />then retreat to my cloudy days.<br /><br />© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=552223" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments