The sky cries.  
Its tears fell on my head.
The emptiness i felt.
No words could be said
for I was mute and my heart
was torn into pieces.  

The greyness of the clouds
reflected my soul
which was dark
and was everything but whole.
Colourless 'twas
but the greyness of grey
and blackness of black
were visible.  

Mine heart was crushed
and torn to several pieces.  
They scattered into the abyss.
Mine heart was wrinkled and the creases
were visible.  

The leaves I came across
were fragile, easily torn
like my being so used,
so worn out,
from crying and longing
for mirth and liberty.

Everything I had
slipped through my fingers.  
Easily, they left and were gone.
But not everything left me.
My fears and doubts were still there.
Accompanying me as I walk
down this dark tunnel.

No source of light.  
I couldn't see anything but darkness.
So long, the tunnel was.  
Never-ending, the path was.
With every step I took,
my heart screamed,  
my legs throbbed.

I breathe in and out
but poison entered my lungs
for I feel sick and dizzy
with all the breathing.
It didn't help me
and made me feel worse.

A streak of light, I  could see.  
As I approached it,
emanating from the opposite end,
a cool breeze swept through me.
The smell of rain wafted.  

I remembered it all.  
The reason why I was
in deep lament.
For these thoughts shalt not leave me, impossible to banish.  
The reason why I wanted
to vanish.  

The smell of rain,
the smell of humidity,
took me back.  
I was transported into the past
like a wheel, spinning fast
before my very eyes.

The light neared me.
With much anticipation,
I approached it,  
and the last thing I could remember
was the smell of rain.