Clouds as White as Blankets

One of those times when
You just feel like crying
For
No
Reason
At
All.

You just want music;
A soft, calm tune
To caress your wild
Dreams...

No one loves you;
Or at least that's what it seems
As of late...
Yeah, it's early morning,
But you can never sleep.

Dread just happens
To meld with the lightning
Running through your veins...

And I just want to doze...

So why
Am I awake?
To write something between poetry and
Song?

So why have I been sad
Of late...

Oh, Nanny, I wish
I could tell you...

Yeah, all these things,
I wish
I could tell you...