Dark clouds spread across the sky
All romantic and gay, you’d think
Gloom and grey was all that was there
The mind strides into a world of its own
Spiraling thoughts jumble up from nowhere
Like wisps of curling strands of smoke
Rising from recesses deep within
Awakening from their silent slumbers
Creeping up, their wretched ugly heads
Thoughts that I struggle to leave behind
Wickedly they smile, mock my being
With renewed strength and new-found vigor
My strong self looks away, makes no eye contact
Their presence overpowers, grips me tight
I fall prey for the thousandth time
To their malicious intents and roughish ways
Alas, the dark clouds that filled the sky!
