Black Cloud

This day of mine it is inevitable As I look above my own head Today I can’t be charitable This moment and time I will dread My dreams they will be shattered And my hopes will be washed away Like my clothes they will become tattered Inside my house today I should stay My dreams and hopes will be destroyed As I look upon my own horizon I grab my umbrella this storm I must avoid As I wait for the tempest to be done All of my deeds today they will go awry Negativity and error they are in bound Today I will not dream or even fly I must keep my feet firmly upon the ground Again I will venture to go outside I will try to be both brave and proud Then I see my shadow at my side Above me, there hangs a black cloud Randy L. McClave