deepundergroundpoetry.com

My problem with the clouds

A puff of clouds is what I see on a daily basis.
It calms my nerves and it stops the hurt.
When I huff and puff clouds I really do feel as if I'm there with the clouds.
When a cloud comes up my way I huff and I'll puff until I feel a sense of being proud.
 At times I feel as if I'm doing something wrong.
The puffy clouds make me forget about that with their fog.
I wish a cloud could cuddle with me so that I wouldn't have to huff and puff until there's nothing left of the cloud..... But so do my doubts.
But it's ok.
I'm used to making clouds go away.
It fills me with no shame.
Hell I'll huff and I'll puff until there's nothing left and I still wouldn't care.
Clouds come and go.
But I guess I've been trying to calm my nerves the wrong way.
I never meant to puff them away.
I just needed what they had and what I had they didn't want.
So I took them and did what I pleased with them until there was nothing left.
Written by Bambi
Published | Edited 14th Jan 2013
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 3 reads 585
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 2:21am by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:06am by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 8:14pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Yesterday 7:27pm by ajay
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 6:25pm by divaD
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 4:54pm by divaD