Lost Inside
Feeling poems from a troubled mind.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
On a dreary day.
There are always clouds.
I have seen them many times,
dark gray and very sad.
They hang up above
and never go away.
The weatherman said there would be clouds.
He always does.
Today will be a long day,
I heard it's going to rain.
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