Clouds are coming
Clouds Are Coming
A storm is brewing at home
And even in your presence I’m feeling alone
The sorrow is clawing at me once again
C’mon, Jesus, I need you to be my only friend
In a world where I operate alone
I need only Jesus on his throne
The swears drag me back
I wanna flinch as the twigs snap
Swinging in the numbness as I remember
Walking in green, away from the tremors
But I’m not ready for them to return
My skin is still peeling from my burns
It feels like it all just ended
Feels like it’s not all quite mended
I’m writing over the happy voices
I know I’m making stupid choices
I should be enjoying camp
But I just don’t want to stand
I want to fall asleep from the pain
I just want to beat this game
I wanna wake up for once
But this weight is in tons
It’s pulling me to the depths of the earth
I feel like my brothers mouth has a wide berth
This is why I didn’t want to celebrate
Because it might change my fate
And now he’ll drag me down to the floor
And he’ll verbally abuse me even more
I can’t sleep without the sadness tune
It sings of lost hope and the comfort of gloom
It makes me feel like an outsider
Like a professional hider
Like all I do is lie
When I knew I just tried
It makes me we want to cry
It makes me wanna walk on by
Makes me want to pass all help
Because I just want to be by myself
Makes me want to give up on hope
In a pool of tears I just wanna soak
Wanna let it all go
Makes me never want to show
Myself or show up
Makes me never want to feel like I’m enough
Unfinished
7-24-23
Monday, July 24th, 2023
About this poem
A poem about how I was at summer camp and some anxiety came back about how my brother treats me.
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Written on July 22, 2023
Submitted by katherineb.45444 on August 23, 2023
Modified by katherineb.45444 on October 23, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | X XA XX AA XX BX XX XX CC XX XX XX DD EE FF XX BB GX GG XX XX HH XX XXX |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,588 |
Words | 344 |
Stanzas | 24 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3 |
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