The Cloud - Poem by Orlando Belo
Recently a dark cloud has been hovering above my head,
with it comes an overwhelming feeling of melancholy.
There is no logical reason for it to suddenly appear
and I hope it soon disappears from over me.
Before its arrival I was full of cheer and happiness.
Enthusiasm and inspiration flowed.
But for now I'm vegetating under this cloud of depression,
I'm like a spy that wants to come in from the cold.
I'm glad that these doom clouds are infrequent,
and they do pass over in a matter of time.
I’ll just have to wait for one of my better days,
and hope that the sun will soon shine.
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