Sonnet: Raking the Empty Clouds of My Worries

Celebration for myself finally being able to upload a proper image (from my mobile gallery) onto this site for the first time ever woohoo!!

Sonnet: Raking the Empty Clouds of My Worries

As the clouds hike over roads and mountains, 

My conscious worries grow in branches,

I find my cynical lifestyle redundant, 

Why have I wasted all my chances?

Just like clouds, I have lived my life so plainly,

With myself blending in with the colorless masses,

Though, unlike clouds, I couldn't run away so freely,

With myself being stuck in place as time passes,

I can hear the Wind again, as she whispers into my ears,

She tells me the sweetest of words but mostly excuses,

She tells me that I have got a lot more things to fear,

But I find her condescending sympathy to be ruthless,

Oh, the regrets -- my regrets, they pile up everyday,

While heavens above and hollow below celebrate my dismay.

- Stu. T.H. (December 2, 2023)

Author's Note

I have a very great distaste for this site's limitations for uploading pictures and mobile devices' accessibility to certain features.