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.

About the author

crimsonpoppy
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Hi I’m 62 years old and have had a wide and varied career path !played many different sports ……not now though ! I started writing poetry many years ago as a way to express my own inner emotions and found it helped me. I haven’t written for a very long time , but found this one tho other day and thought I’d share it. I love all things nature , am happiest by the sea , have a very loving family , and two fantastic grandchildren who I adore.
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