Cloudy shades

The cloudy shades

Hello friends! Once again, I am here with one of my experience of the cloudy days. 

Read and enjoy the rhythm.

Silhouettes of silver and grey,
Dancing in a circular way,
Around the metal grain drum,
Founding their prey

Every then and now, comes to me,
Quaking and staking me,
As I wage out of my reverie,
Saw nothing but the metal drum and darkest night

Go to sleep, and they come again,
Until the next dawn,
Taking me, to a different pathway,
Like a way of, magnetic Ray,
And dragging to the Black Shack,
With the miles of loops,
Iterating itself in multiple quotins and notations,

The darkest cloud that I cannot betray,
Lingers my head, and my soul, Electrified and terrified,
Self-driving, and parking themselves, into my head,
Still captured underneath the dusk,
Don't know whom to say or to claim,
Set aside my humble and clowns,
Clotting the bimb (mind/head) and my limbs

Time came to fight for it and make it over,
Acute dedication and with all delegation,
Impulse and perplexed, deducting the cans,
With application of prayers and by rare(s),
Exodus them to far & far

Often now a spoof of cloud, dare-ley to doubt,
Amid it, I can feel the Angelis-tic vibes, potent me to be optimized!

Thanks for reading friends. I hope you liked my poem once again.