Death Is A Cloud Poem by J22 Poet

Death is a cloud, so far away
At first you think that it could never hurt you.
But it suddenly turns gray.
A bitter, ominous gray.
You know that the evil, evil rain will come
And wash away what is good in your life.
Your life becomes miserable
Never again will you look at those clouds, so far away
But the rain will come again
Oh, the terrible, black rain will come again.
This time, you think you are ready
But you are not
The rain will bombard you,
Slam into you from all sides
And you are gone.
You didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.