The clouds close in on a world of despair,
creased with age, the leaves began to fall.
the warmth consumed me, clinging to my every breath of air,

leaving not much left, but on my lips a prayer.
I laid in a puddle, rolled into a ball
Feeling the clouds close in on my world of despair.

Words mumbled in staggered breath, revealed all I could see and feel, a prayer
of unnatural cadence calls
out, leaving my warm breath clinging to the air.

pleas emit from cracked-cold lips, begging fair
to finally be true for all,
but still the clouds unveil a world of despair.

the world so often has seemed like a square,
leaving the option of walking o the earth to fall,
as clouds can close in on a world of despair,
and warmth will cling to my last breath of air.