Black Cloud Poem by Randy McClave

This day of mine it is inevitable
As I look above my own head
Today I can’t be charitable
This moment and time I will dread
My dreams they will be shattered
And my hopes will be washed away
Like my clothes they will become tattered
Inside my house today I should stay
My dreams and hopes will be destroyed
As I look upon my own horizon
I grab my umbrella this storm I must avoid
As I wait for the tempest to be done
All of my deeds today they will go awry
Negativity and error they are in bound
Today I will not dream or even fly
I must keep my feet firmly upon the ground
Again I will venture to go outside
I will try to be both brave and proud
Then I see my shadow at my side
Above me, there hangs a black cloud

Randy L. McClave