Poetry

a host of clouds

a host of clouds
once gathered high.
dregs,remnants ,
beasts of the sky.
forsaken from heaven,
cursed by faith,
damned to hover above
us, for all it’s days.
tears mistaken for
miracles, claps of thunder
drowned out by screams.
they float above us,
weeping as they dream
in shapes and nightmarish things…

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