Clouds are lonely places,
pillows filled with tears.
Fluffy warm exteriors
hiding inner fears...
No holes above to see the sky
or feel sol's morning rays,
warmth could never penetrate
dark cold cloudy days.
Gasping breaths sear deep inside
tearing souls apart.
Hopeless is a will to want
peace within the heart.
Life becomes a savage game,
when its players will not see.
One can't give a blind man sight,
if it wasn't meant to be.
We sometimes miss what's truly best
by shutting out the worst.
How can one see if something's good,
not tasting evil first.
