There is always this
Big,
Black,
Cloud,
Hanging over my head.
24-7.
No matter how hard I try,
It's always there.
Haunting,
Mocking,
Watching me.
It never goes away.
Always reminding me that the clock is ticking.
Like a bomb.
Whenever I laugh,
It sneers.
Because it knows it will end.
Whenever I'm happy,
It reminds me that I'll never re-live this moment.
Whenever I think it's gone,
There it is again.
That
Big,
Black,
Cloud,
That never goes away.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Bunch Of Words
PoetryBecause that's all life really is, isn't it? A bunch of words?
