the saddest cloud.

the saddest cloud stays at the side of the skies,
keeping it away from the fluffy, gleeful gay ones,
in fear of the gloom it may bring,
and the tears it swells on,
on this young sunny day.

a foal hops alone in the meadow,
casting itself away from the strong, growing ones,
in fear of the shame it may bring,
and the speed it lacks of,
for he has only but three legs.

a cracked vase sits alone in the attic,
being put away from the glimmering crystal ones,
in fear of the disgust it may bring,
and the shine it barely has left,
for it  puts a cloak upon those who sees the rest.

a boy walks by himself,
slower than the rest, at times faster,
in fear of the truth it may unleash,
and the laughter he once had along,
in  a day so slow, times ticks faster.

oh how this day would end,
lifting all like a feather in a wind,
up and away.