Dark rainclouds

 Under the dark rainclouds
I walk a path with a smile
For the weather may be depressing
And I may be falling ill all the while
Overthinking and stressing my life, but inside
My mind glows a growing field of roses
Being watered by the dark rainclouds
My thoughts blossom in clusters
Unorganised, but profound
The noise is deafening, yet beautiful
I spend my time listening to the sounds
Of the drops of rain crashing on the land
Landing with a thunderous noise
Opening both my arms wide, I stand
Unwavering in my stance or poise
Under the dark rainclouds
I smile and walk my path
Reaching from a point to the next
Pondering my journey, the faces I have met
Imagining what would have been
If I had chosen to shelter myself
From the dark rainclouds
I'd have met different people instead
A brave man some would call me
A coward some others would, too
I couldn't care any less, to tell you the truth
For I walk my path for me, not for them or you
Not for anyone in between, you see
For I walk this path hopeful, yet helplessly
I find myself dangerously yearning for warmth
Wondering what if I took shelter now
And changed my course
The fires of my past being put out
Maybe it's time to stop
Take a second to relax and figure what's next
Try and come out on top
Doesn't matter what is right or wrong
For every step has consequences
Yet nonetheless
I find myself walking along the edges
And even then
I ignored all of the world's riches
So come take a journey with me
Under the dark rainclouds
Maybe you'll find what I have found

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Blue moon

  Blue moon floating in the Sky as the horizon lights Up beyond the sight of Plebeian blind folk gazing Only at their matters that Which in the grand scheme Of things matters not In the eyes of a child Born within those years You'll be hardpressed to find Defined within them anything more Than fear Clubs and swords are used to wage War upon those they deem Unrighteous or villainous to the code In which they believe Live or die is deemed worthy By those who hold the sword The club is used to break the bones Of those whom they dictate should not Under darkened skies does the red moon rise When the sun gazes away from our designs The worst of the monsters within us climb Up to the peak of our souls they Seek to claim us whole Those of us who are lost To them are the worst among us all Fight or flight take risks or Play safe never one true thought Answers found when steps are Taken from within the resolve Find me flying near the blue moon every Night it shows Find you staring at your w...
Read more

Two hundred lines of dry ink and broken dreams

I write not for people I write so that the thoughts within my head Do not develop into evil Things that I will soon come to regret I write for myself I write so that my soul has an outlet I started a journey, during which I wrote Oh so many poems for me If they were to describe my story Then each is a line of dry ink and broken dreams I am not content with he who I am Who am I is a question I often ask Wondering, pondering poking and prodding Questioning the very nature of my fabric When spoken to I'm often idly nodding For my attention is often empty and barren I am living within the infinite versions of the past self I am alive within the world in which I've created in my mind It is a shelter from all that which attempts to delve Deeper than I am ready to share that night Two hundred lines of dry ink and broken dreams Two hundred lines, scattered across them all Is the rawest, purest form of the vessel that is me What is the soul, does it exist? Do I exist? Am I free to live ...
Read more

Regent cold and calculated

Today is the fifth week from the darkest night The king remains bed-ridden I must attend to more and more Of matters for which I care not But my king's orders are to be followed He knows best after all I follow him best I can To know, to learn For one day I will lead these people too His son is long-gone, and no heir apparent remains He claims his son will return But I know that's just an old man's hopeful tale The king's wise, calm and secure But he calculates oh so poor It's why I'm here For every time he steps into the streets Someone could make an attempt on his life So I ensure the streets are clear I ensure his safety's paramount always And yet sometimes he evades my gaze He sneaks out and is always safe I will never understand the gift this man possesses... For a man to walk among the commonfolk unabashed and unafraid He possesses true courage, or foolishness But my king's no fool Today is the seventeenth week from the darkest night The king's...
Read more