Clouds

He had his head
Stuck in the clouds.
His view hindered;
An empty white crowd.

Up here is better,
Than the chaos below.
The noise unbearable,
A quiet haven bestowed.

And he floats,
Swimming in clouds.
Until words grab him,
Anchor him down.

Now he cannot ignore,
The chaos in his heart.
His conscious disturbed,
A shattered art.

Quick fiery pain,
Extinguishes hope.
The rapid descent,
Down the steepest slope.

The ground opens,
A crater, a hole.
To rot in darkness,
Sealing the soul.

He curls up,
Hiding from the danger.
Containing the sadness,
Restraining the anger.

Finally a river floods,
The once dry bed.
The spirits of the heart,
The thoughts of the head.

The waves persist,
Uncontrollable; violent.
The floods of emotions,
Finally spent.

After an eternity,
The tears subside.
Emptiness remains,
After the baneful tide.

Nothingness pools,
In the cracks of sorrow.
Etched in the soul,
eternity and tomorrow.

The cracks widen,
The emptiness expanding.
Consuming all,
Invisible blows landing.

The sunlight is gone.
All is now forever amiss.
Depression overpowers,
He wallows in darkness.

And the clouds forever float on.

Thanks for reading,
Brendan