The Cloud

Oh, stay, my darling, stay

I am so used to having you around

With all your pins and needles on display,

That for my heart and soul are bound

You`re letting blood, you cut my wrists,

The puddle grows so deep, it sucks the gist

Of my distorted soul, it drowns. 

I`m hearing the ugly sounds 

It is the point, it is the purpose

the meaning of the sufferings - a crown!

I hold you on a leash to keep you near

You are my worst and darkest fear

You are my dreadful poison, dear

Reflection of my darkest side, in here

I wish that I could let you go

I wish that I could cut the cord and fall

Into a pair of caring hands, sincere

escape your suffocating presence, dear!

Yet I keep you here with me

It is through you that I can see

Everything around me, far and near

You are my filthy guiding star, my dear

A lense of golden lie, a sphere

Suppressing silent cries, of fear

My truth - I am alive, I`m here!

Unsettling those, who gave you life, my dear!

It`s fine, the sigh, my being`s frame

The sigh of disappointment and disdain

The sigh “I wish you never came

to our wonderful idyllic, tame

to our earth and to our household!”

“A commodity like you, it can`t be sold

Our misery is deep, our burden is tenfold!”

“…those over there are worth more gold!”

The sigh, that sigh, reminds me

of you dark could above

That has been all these years around me

Another body part I `ve learned to love

And now I hold their gushing wounds together

I change the bandages, my fingers feathers

The ones worth gold have gone their way

The left them in my care to this day!

Yes, the tables turned around

My value has increased, I found

Unsettled, still, they are, unsettled, 

Looking to incite another battle

Like toddlers, helpless, sitting on the ground

Demanding cradle, demanding vast amounts

Of what is never to be found

And non-existent

Despite these facts, they`re still persistent!

And here I am, in charge

This is new to me, I felt enlarged

And then again you started raining

Pretending was my job, just feigning

Pretending that I wasn`t getting wet

The drops - the pins, I`ve never felt

Pretending`s what I`ve done for years

I attributed to coincidence my fevers

I have been soaking wet, unsold

A burden to my wonderful household. 

My darkest cloud, I cannot let you go

I cannot do so, you`re not my foe

You are my darkest side, indeed, my sin

A source of light you are, within

I`ve started recently to feel your rain

My fevers have been somewhat tamed 

Your pins and needles stuck into my skin

Removal takes eternity, it takes a skill

Now it`s possible I see

I never thought that I could ever learn to breathe. 

Copyright ©thescribblerinthebooth

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