Dark Cloud

I fear,

to not be,

enough.

To not be able,

to fullfill my heart.

In a world,

where sunrise comes, and go,

when I, still am,

enjoying the sunset,

out of my window,

out in my thoughts.

Winter has arrived,

and that's all,

while I, I,

am still on the road.

I am feeding me,

with these fears,

with the drama,

of never again,

on the road being near.

I want to cry,

but I won't,

until I'm done,

destroying false screams.

Not now down,

in my ghost town;

because even a star,

before shining,

looks like a dark cloud.