When Will These Dark Clouds Lift..... Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

When will this darks clouds lift.
When will I hear the birds singing.
Empty are my thoughts.
No joy are they bringing.

Lonely is the night.
Not even the moon delights me.
Waiting for the first glimpse of daylight.
Tossing and turning endlessly.

I do everything to take my mind of it.
Keep myself busy doing loads of chores.
But I cannot never escape it,
as it creeps finally through my door.

It haunts me at every chance it gets.
Suffocates all joy.
Pulls me into the depths of the unknown.
All I want to do is cry.

But someday I will overpower it,
Control it, like it does me.
Then my dark clouds will disappear.
Then I will be free.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) 20220615