A poem with 5 stanzas

By Maria Jhoanna Yasis

Some days are too heavy, with dark clouds and stormy raindrops, and tired pleas and silent teardrops, and I’ll curl into a ball so no one will see, how much the storm made a mess of me.

Some days are too bright, with twittering birds and slithering thoughts, and flickering gleams and floundering flights, and I’ll curl into a ball so no one will see, how something so light made a mess of me.

Some days are too loud, with screaming ires and pleading cries, and freezing nights and tearing ties, and I’ll curl into a ball so no one will see, how my own voices are making a mess of me.

So, here’s a poem with 5 stanzas dedicated for the future that I can’t see; I don’t know if I will be on the right track, but just in case, I’ll leave the last one blank.