Black Cloud
i sit and i cry,
just asking god why,
why put me through hurt and pain?
will it ever makes sense?
i'm sick of asking why,
but, it seem to be,
all that i do,
when life get hard,
easy way out feels so right,
but, it not what god wants,
it seem to only be what i want,
only because of what i have to go through,
to take more responsibility then most,
being more mature than some adults,
just because they can't handle their half of the deal,
all i want is for life to be,
everything i want it to be,
but, instead i'm left here,
with a black cloud,
that seem to follow me everywhere.
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7-22-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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