Clouds (poem)
Clouds form, not words
You say you’re sorry
But, I see clouds — thick clouds
The train that runs through my thoughts
Hasn’t picked any thoughts to deliver
I feel heavy
Drained
Cloudy
“don’t be sorry”
Falls
Right
Out
Of
My
Mouth
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Abby Kearns is a junior. She is in her third year of Journalism as Managing Editor. She loves being outside, hiking, being with friends and family, and learning new things. She's excited for making new friends and memories this school year.
Enola Potter • Feb 10, 2023 at 8:24 am
Abby! I love this, it really expresses emotions without the need to state what emotions it is. This is beautiful