
A Depression
Clouds race in anger across the sky’s limitless expanse Blown by an impatient wind shaking the fringes of trees Thunder claps its warning of what is to come Darkening moodiness blankets the atmosphere and I feel the oppressiveness of the moment It mirrors my mood as I curl into a ball Unspoken words hang in silence Lightning cracks Illuminating the horror of what has become my hell I pray for a deluge to wash away the demons Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Note. I do not suffer with depression but the barometric pressure of dark stormy weather does give me bad headaches. Prompts Skys the limit - Stream of Consciousness Warning - Word of the Day Fringe - RDP Image by Abel Escobar from Pixabay
So beautiful
Thank you so much ☺️
Oh! I could identify with it! Beautiful expression.❤️
Thanks dear Punam ☺️🥰💕
My pleasure, dear. ❤️😘
Very evocative and moving Christine
Thank you my dear ☺️🥰💕
You’re welcome 😉