I went to the window and stare at the clouds
Looming over the sky, plenty of gray clouds.
Slowly prancing, black clouds trying to engulf;
nothing left for the winds to sculpt
Gray clouds would be gone;
Usual animate objects in the sky, there will be none
Expecting rain in seconds , I uttered “I don’t want rain.”
I want a hug , an embrace for sorrows to drain
The kind of day when you don’t want to be weary
Of misdeed and opportunities lost, you are sorry
Regrets and woes are part of future worries.
When the day comes people you knew learned
That you no longer have the money to burn
Expect to be disappointed, they won’t return
Money with them together you burnt.
Comfort is what we need and a difficult deed
For other people have the same need and on the brink to cede
It is indeed difficult when no shoulders to cry on
When solitary confusion is a devil’s come on
To dilute the mind of evil thoughts and actions
Soon, I will end this annoying self-pity
It probably will take a chance on ignonimity
No need myself to humiliate but I choose to humble
The self, overcome the tumble and no more stumble.
Everything is temporary and I refuse to be wary.