Cloudy Days

by Rarity

Published September 11, 2012

In Poems

There are days,
When I become tired,
Too tired,
Yet sleep is not a comfort.

There are days,
When I mask myself,
And store my emotions,
Behind walls in my head.

There are days,
When I want to give up,
And raise in the sky,
My white flag of defeat.

There are days,
When I am lost,
And when I lok at the world,
The colors have all faded to grey.

But I still know,
That I although it is cloudy now,
It cannot rain forever.
Until then I must learn to dance in the rain.
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MaxZero1496
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MaxZero1496 wrote a review Review · Oct 11, 2012

Really good. I love how the third line perfectly complements the second. The fourth line is a perfect juxtaposition to the second and third.
You captured the mood of depression really good, but yet the last stanza is all about hope, which leads the viewer to read your poem "Joy".
The only mistakes I found was that you spelled look wrong in the second to last stanza, and the last stanza says "That I although it it cloudy now". Should that be "That although it is cloudy now"? I thought you may have put "I" In there by accident.
Really though, this is an exceptionally good poem. I could really sympathize with the emotions you described.
Thanks for sharing!

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babymagic18
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babymagic18 wrote a review Review · Sep 12, 2012

This is well written...if only I had the talent at all to write a poem such as your own.

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Deadman
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Deadman commented Comment · Sep 11, 2012

I felt as though this really called out to me. You managed to capture the bad days in a perfectly worded poem. The only error I can see ERZA pointed out already. I've read your other works and they amazed me too. Keep it up!

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ERZA
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ERZA wrote a review Review · Sep 11, 2012

Wow, it is really an inspirational poem. I was in such a bad mood since I am sick today and reading your poem made me feel better. This poem is all good and does not need any modifications. The only mistake I find here is that you spelled look wrong in the second last line of the second last stanza. This poem is so simple yet it holds so much meaning that I can ponder over it one whole day. Really well written. Good work.



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