Black Cloud

How do I love thee?
Let me count the days

to when I can run fast
and hard from thee

Black cloud of my birth
thinking that only you 
can tell me what I'm worth?

False smiles and hugs
crawling on my flesh
like a thousand tiny bugs

How arrogant you do not see
that behind every cloud
shines a sun of heat
waiting to swelter upon me
bringing me to my knees

Difference you tell me
between up and down?

No! I am the artist
Only I can paint the clown

You are merely an adventure
a stroll down the dark side
of my life, the town
at times just a ghost...

- ©Simone McLeod April 11, 2014

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