Clouds rolling, in the deep fog rushing, down on me.
As I try to look, inside I see, your face then I realize its not real. It’s a figment of my imagination.
As the clouds grow, deeper inside,
I feel, a rush of cold air , that I can’t explain,
It’s as if , your right here with me
I get angry, then start to sob, I want so bad to see, and touch, you again
I ask, myself why did you have to go, so soon?
I open, my eyes
I’m still here laying, in bed wondering,
Why….?
I’m still, here and you are not
I miss, my sweet “Angel” from the heavens above
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.



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