Cloud Nine

 

I should have been on cloud nine

but I wasn't even on clouds one or two.

I couldn't savour the view.

It is nothing new, feeling dejected.

On the surface of this ocean, I project

a calmness of emotion

but underneath the waves

a torrent of rejection,

flapping and floundering

to stop me from drowning.

 

I should have been on cloud nine

but three and four eluded me.

I could only whine.

All I'm left with

a glassful of heartache,

a bottle full of fears

and I will drink until I'm drowning

in my own wasteful tears.

My crowning glory

always the ending of the story.

 

I should have been on cloud nine

but five, six and seven were all blocked.

The waves crashing, their anger cascades

down on me like a tonne of rocks.

In shock. I struggle to keep afloat.

My legs ache. 

My body broke.

I'm gasping for air. 

To fill burned lungs

as I'm sinking

not sure I'll breathe again,

I think my song is sung.

 

I should have been on cloud nine,

I couldn't even reach cloud eight.

My happiness hidden,

behind a locked gate.

I'm stuck with it looming,

blocking me

and I don't have the key.

 

 

 

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