Dark Clouds Over My Poetic Skies

To pretend happy I cannot anymore. Scars mock me, for every act I try. Dark clouds guard where my muse used to fly. I feel my own hands, strangling, the one ray of light, Like an island under the wave, I feel my tresures being washed away. Under the rain of my own tears, I feel them wet the soil I stand. Then like every water cycle evaporated into clouds, dark Clouds suffocate, my single ray of light. I only have tears, and I'm feeling my own muse dying.