Poetry

The Black Cloud

black cloud
black cloud

A black cloud hovers
Over your head
And as its shadow
Covers your heart
All you can hear
Is how you’re no good
And worthless
And a failure
And don’t deserve to live
All you can think of
Is what a burden you are
And horrible
And a loser
And don’t deserve this world
This is what they call the black dog
This is what is known as being blue
And while there is a cure
All you want right away
Is to rid yourself
Of all the pain
Anyhow
Any way

(c) Sanch Vee @ Sanch Writes (25 September 2008)

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