Untitled. July 2010

Dark clouds of confusion have me lost in thought.

I don’t know how to explain,

how to say what has me trapped.

Nothing right,

nothing good,

can help me to see the light of a brighter day.

Instead, I just keep falling deeper into the dark.

grabbing walls,

holding nothing,

not able to hold on to the good.

laying in the cold air,

moist with the tears streaming down my face.

How is it they don’t know why they’re here, why they fall.

They wish to find peace,

to find the sun that will finally dry them.

They hope for that day the rain will go,

the clouds will disappear,

and the sun will shine bright.

The pain says that day is too far away,

but the hope brings it closer each day.

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[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Great poem!