Clouds

Navy skies crowd my escaping mind,
Did I finally get what I was trying to find?
Maybe a warning, maybe a farce,
These clouds you gave me, are leaving scars.

The words, the smiles, they twist and turn,
In the darkness of my nights they sorely churn.
Lucidness I seek, try to unknot the muck,
Only to realize, no way, no luck.

A smile's a cloud and a sigh is one too,
Everything you do, more clouds, more dew.
Swarms and herds and hordes, they stifle such pain,
I don't want them, don't need them, but oh how I'd love the rain.

My Wretched Dilemma

Streams of tears on the bathroom floor,
Headaches, heartaches and then some more.

Staring unflinching into the dark void,
Figure this, Mister Sigmund Freud!

Hollow rhetorics to an extinct conscience,
Beware, look out, be careful, be cautious.

In vain, we weep, me and my core fragile,
Both wise to the unceasing debate futile.

Saddled with self-denial, a hunt for petty lucidness,
Fluctuating yet surreal, this undying ruefulness.

Dwell aimless, lonesome, the clock ticks and breaks.
I look for the sun, while my very being aches.