it always turns out this way.
what was once sunshine,
has now turned gray.
comforted by the rays shining through.
which now have disappeared
because of you.
this gray cloud doesn't just hover over.
no, it encircles me and begins to take over.
controlling my mind,
telling me lies.
making things up, telling me
i'm not enough.
the sunshine appears just for a glimpse.
and when all seems new,
that gray cloud comes back again...
YOU ARE READING
in the mind of
Poetrylittle things i've jotted down here and there to suppress the overwhelming emotions that never seem to disappear
