Sonnet 137, Raining In My Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I have been passionate and moody, both the same,
But it's raining in my heart right now;
I have been seeking a way out of this game,
I cannot manage to continue somehow.
There are threads that are broken in my chain,
Can there be any simple solution to this?
I am afraid of never seeing clear again,
Must we lose every moment that we miss?
Like a raven in a dark cloud drifting by,
I am chained to memories I can't free;
They are frozen in a reason of each try,
Like the roots under an erratic tree.
Clouds of teardrops and broken hearts,
Can't we know when it stops and when it starts?