My Poems Of Life

A Step Up

A cloud.

Not any normal could.

A dull.

Grey frightening Cloud.

A black ora around me.

Sorrow, fury, mixed emoitons.

Pulling everyone in.

Spreading the confectious disease.

My depressed miserable mood.

But.

I'm starting to feel.

Different emotions.

Better emotions.

Yesterday I was happy.

Nothing brought me down.

I mean nothing.

People tried but I stood high.

Today.

Today is a different matter.

Started off good.

Begining to end bad.

I feel sadness.

But not as bad.

As bad as my depression mood.

It feel sort of ok.

To feel something different.

This has to be a step up.

Right?