The House Below The Clouds!

The grounds were cold, hard, scuffed, with the blade of the trucks that plow

On top layed a sheet of frozen snow, slick as ice, perfect for a fatal tire slide

My driveway was long, lined with tree’s, that had lots of broken branches

At the top was our 1930 Victorian, slathered with a rustic orange paint crossed with a overs-plash of tree sap

My life is not perfect for I carry misfortunes

Our family has been dreaded with loss, familiar faces disappearing into the night at inconvenient times

We believe due to prospering spirits lounging in a place we call home

Yet last night I thought Id work it out

I talked, with powerful words of emotion

I cried for who I loved, and what had been done to them

Yet in return I saw no mercy

I was met with dark throbbing pain

screams from upstairs

wall splashed with red

And all beings that made me who I am today, turned to dust

I at last became insane

devouring the darkness that had overcome my family

chewing on helpless beings just as they were once me

everything was demolished because I had to greed hate

I was ruined so I had to ruin all

Yet it was our of pain, loss, and a feeling of no belonging

Yet after my last raze I had a enlightenment

A signal of help when I was in need

I was picked off my feet

And layed to rest

Where I was united with the love ones I had once lost but not forgotten

misery was scooped up from my insides

And sent down below

And Now I am living high in the sky

Where the clouds all below me close up so misery can’t clone me

Image by Lenny Montana via Flickr