There's a cloud bellowing beneath my chest
cradled in fingers to comfort and support.
It's wandering,
pouring a scarlet flush of blackened blues,
embers and pales.
Lightning skips and dashes
into an eternal never land where my heart lingers,
in a storming wasteland
my mind no longer attempts to figure.
There's a happiness,
and an empty chest,
a storm dances and shears,
it's cloud at home between breathless lungs.
I'm under the weather
with a thunder storm buried beneath this chest.
I'm under the weather in a heartless storm,
the umbrella trembles and curls.
Snaps and wallows,
broken and swaying between my bloodless palms.
There's a day break,
a sun's glimmer in all this wake.
There's a smile,
engraved in glorish cloud,
there's a storm and it's pouring down.
I’m under the weather,
a cloud aghast i can wait for this storm to pass.