There Is Not a Cloud

This is a poem I wrote when I was feeling particularly sad a pretty long time ago... I don't remember exactly when. But here you go. Enjoy! 

There Is Not a Cloud

There is not a visible cloud in the sky

The sun is beaming brighter

As the seconds tick by

So why must I be so stubborn

As to remain this way

Why should I be as determined

To hold this melancholy tune

And sing the words of the repugnant blues

When the still spring day proves

To be in every way

Quite the contrary

To what I am so deeply

Strongly feeling?