Rainclouds gathering in a mind, spreading themselves,
intertwining their souls with mine.
Hurtling storms, felt intensely inside, to all ends of
heaven.
Clashing, pounding, excruciating weathered tears
splashing to the very depths of my soul.
Running faster, trying to outrun the downpour of sadness,
falling inside.
Rain ringing in my ears, rising fears overtaking me with
the constant flooding of tears.
Reaching out, finding no one there, no one willing to
help or reach out of their own safe worlds.
Listening, obeying, searching for the answers you say
will give peace of heart and soul.
Talk to me? You ask a lot. What will be received in turn?
Your friendship? Or will you too walk away, too afraid.
Are you willing to reciprocate your life for mine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem