The Cloud of Sorrow

The cloud weeps rain and spits hail, the cloud is signalling for help.

I run away, not noticing the sorrow it contains.

It stops chasing me when it realises no one will help.

They’ll never understand.

Although, sometimes we do.

The cloud sighs in lost hope, but continues to follow the other clouds.

They are all happy and cheerful; their bellies are full of golden rays.

Except for one, it always shines in sadness.

The lightning strikes the cloud through the heart, the sky is no place for trust.