Limbo, Limba

July 28, 2012
By Wilson1994 GOLD, Holywood, Other
Wilson1994 GOLD, Holywood, Other
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Favorite Quote:
'Nothing lasts forever. Forever's a lie. All we have is what's between hello and goodbye.' Unknown


A Black Cloud addresses me,
with flowing tears and a sharp tongue.
He wants me to leave,
I do not belong between the trees and the shed.
My cigarette is damp, it's stopped breathing,
and soon I will too.
Consumed by the gloops of his cold spit,
he pursues me and enters into my skin,
soaking in my heat, dense and dry.
I need air, but the path has made cracks,
my feet aren't big enough to fight them.
I want to be a worm, squirming through life,
each cut will not kill them.
I want to be half.
The birds are overdue, swarms to sting the noise,
morning never comes here.
Grey, grey my ash is flying, it disturbs the sky.
They like it, something more than me.
Yet I stick to the mud, I am now soaked.
My name is grey and I am a cloud, white with blue.


The author's comments:
It's a consummation of weather and the world. How we are formed together in an unlikely way, we forget that the weather affects us. This poem is about how weather can traumatize our emotions, how our day can start off in the sunshine, happily and end in a storm, depressingly. There is also a connotation of addiction via smoking. It is how I feel sometimes when I am in consumed by clouds and deep in thought ,I hope you enjoyed it.

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