They move past my eyes,
like raindrops, falling to earth.

When I read this part I pictured in slow motion the rain drops passing before your eyes. I thought that was really cool as your poem sparked my imagination.
I can see as I read your latest poems. It seem you are fighting through the clouds of a rainy time in your life. I hope the sun breaks free for you and your spirits lift.

I like how you started the poem by giving the reader an image of the sky. How it's difficult to know if it's beginning or ending? I mean the clouds. I really havent paid attention to that. I haven't asked myself where the clouds start or where they end. So I find that to be really cool.

Then you gave the reader a color gray.. And to me that sounds like in between of black and white. That your life is in the middle of a situation that isn't bad but isn't good either. But it's taking a route and you don't know where it will head..so my thoughts are that perhaps that's why you want to know where the clouds start or end. Pehaps then you will know if your life will stay in white or if it'll turn darker.

But I also hope that the sun can makes it's entrance. Good write.

Double post

A sad poem filling me with tears and some fear, lovely poem

Each stanza is very well written... a good but sad poem.

The skies are gray. I can't see
where a cloud begins, or ends.
The horizon is right there, within arms reach

beautiful :] love this piece great work :]]

5/5