when the clouds are weighed down by pain

the congesting sadness

a storm

clouds stuck in your throat

you can’t breath

no matter how loud you shout

how much you want to disappear

you’re more choked up

dark clouds are dark clouds

in the end, once you give up

surrender

since it didn’t just rain

it would pour

each burning drop

soothing you thought, but instead

the cloud is set on smothering you to death

eventually

you give in to it 

breath in and out

the fear

all the aspects of sadness

the sombreness of the rain

the attempts to endure an undiminishing eternity

the peak of age-old talentless

delusions of perseverance

inevitably into itself

disappears

you now and then would survive the dark clouds

you now…