The Clouds, they Mock Me

May 2, 2010
By a.love_3 BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
a.love_3 BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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The clouds stood still,
Imprinted in the night sky,
Serious, yet mocking ill
The fear of the looking eye

The earth burned my soles
I not desired to step forth;
Though behind the devil's souls
Thrashed, torn to grasp my clothe

I pressed feet down in pain,
Struggled to the altar
This effort tried, an attempt in vain
Soon fell souls pressed heat to my collar

Held me they did 'till
No more could I fight, only sigh
I look--the clouds are laughing still,
Mocking my fearful eye


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