Changing Clouds

Gazing up at the unforgiving clouds,
The ones that had once been fluffy white but are no more.
The clouds that had once been pictures in the sky,
But they were, and are, more than that.
They were the door to my freedom Before.
The door to my world.
But then the key was thrown away and lost,
Now the clouds I gaze at tell a different story,
Set a different mood.
The fluffy white clouds rained joyous droplets,
These unforgiving clouds rain sorrow, period.
They'll change.
Someday.
I hope.