There are clouds in my eyes

From all the tears I didn’t cry.

There’s no sun in my soul

For it rose behind the mountain

Today

And as I ran to the other side of the mountain,

Working hard to catch a glimpse of the yellow sky,

I missed the sun setting

At my very own side.

I should have stayed,

Waited

Cried

Patiently

Until the bitterness had dried

And I was ready to run again.

I wish I had shed these tears

When I had the chance to

And now they’ve made me bitter

Poisoning the yellow sunrise

Making me miss the pink sunset

Feeling nothing,

This bad, heavy,

Red

Kind of nothingness.