Metaphorical Poem
I be a wandering cloud in the darkness of the sky
I've wandered through cold and loneliness.
Not the conscience that I wander with
But the sorrow that comes along
For I being such a poor cloud
The sun shall come, along with her shiny light
She shall burn out the guilt of darkness
And shall bring life to this lifeless cloud
And shall leave me... the way I was
When darkness takes o'er its throne again
I'm' still wandering with my eyes closed
'Cause I sense the cold and loneliness is front
Guilt and sorrow have made me heavy.
Eyes be open and be facing them
For this be the last time that I will ever cry.
For the guilt and loneliness, they be shattered
As the heavy drops of tears land roughly
For her to shine and bring lives to others
For others not to repeat my life-long mistakes
But what's important is a meaningful life was lived.
