A Passing Cloud, With A Storm Poem by Nemo Outis

I have been weeping all along,
in beautiful sunny days
in cold winter nights
In my sleep
in my dreams
and every moment
with a haunting thought of you.

I weep, but I can't see you.
I weep, but I won't send you a message.
I weep, that I can't talk to you anymore.


How can I say?
How will I endure, this pain?

I want to talk,
but I am afraid I will hurt you again.
I am afraid, you are gonna hurt me again.

I am sad that I am alone,
but I am miserable with you not around.

My anger shields my pain.
My ego shields my love.
My arrogance, shields my care(for you) .
I masquerade wearing these masks
showing you every bit of what makes you hurt.

I hope you are happy.
More than anyone, that loves you
I hate myself.
A passing cloud, with a storm.