the cloud

The cloud
was there, so was I
I can only wonder
Wonder about the cloud
I knew I was there
but why the cloud
I well, I
I come from not to far
and the cloud
Now the cloud
is different
the cloud has traveled
The cloud has been reborn
Time and time and time
And there it sits
Over me
why that cloud
it’s not a good cloud
it has the black below
the gray above
is that me
do I see a message
feel a message
it moves
it moves away
am I marked
an omen
If that cloud comes back
I’ll know

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I am an apprentice writer of short stories and I also attempt a little poetry.