Emotion
Emotion
Sometimes wish I wasn’t me
not that I’m sad or can’t be free,
it’s sometimes just a melancholy
a swirling cloud that’s blinding me
I am not rich, I am not poor
I’m in the middle a foot in the door
not moving forward, nor on the floor
but still the cloud that I abhor
A loving man and family blessed
no substance for my heaviness
yet still there is this emptiness
my swirling cloud I can’t suppress
I feel love and I feel pain
I feel loss and I feel gain
I feel normal and quite sane
with my swirling cloud and incumbent rain.
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