Stormclouds

Pain is close already,
black clouds wait
the time for the storm to approach.
Why suffer?
I don’t know.
If someone will be waiting for me later,
maybe I could understand
that sunshine comes after the rain.
Everything would be easier with you,
a hug,
a kiss,
and everything would be understood.
But no,
there’s not happiness after my cry,
only a vain effort of hope.

Pain is close already,
black clouds wait
the time for the storm to approach.
What can I do?
I don’t know.
If I look for you I can’t find you,
when I think I find you its not you,
this is the luck of my life,
to look for and not to find.
An absurd game fate has given me
that I could not yet win.
Thousands of times I have felt sorry for myself,
Hoping to believe myself strong and unique afterwards.
None of that is true,
only a veil that hides the truth.
But I have to hope or to finish it,
and I prefer to hope.

… maybe tomorrow the sun will shine.