The Cloud That Rolled In

the fog on the grey
matter, it should
maybe it's me and
i shouldn't, or don't
either way i teeter
totter, on the edge
i see the pit, the
bottom, or so i
think, maybe
somedays it gets to me
i'm crazy, maybe
i know i can't clear
my head, crazy
all the things
i've see, said
but i'm not sure
the fog, i've said
the cloud that rolled
in, on me and me
i don't, or shouldn't

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poem by Shannon Michelle
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