Clouds gather, whispering pain,
The sky breaks open, drowns in rain.
A storm that speaks what I can’t say,
Lost in echoes, washed away.
A mind too heavy, a heart too fast,
Chasing shadows of the past.
No rest, no air, no space to be,
Just tears and rain—and only me
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
Clouds gather, whispering pain,
The sky breaks open, drowns in rain.
A storm that speaks what I can’t say,
Lost in echoes, washed away.
A mind too heavy, a heart too fast,
Chasing shadows of the past.
No rest, no air, no space to be,
Just tears and rain—and only me
