Inside a Cloud

My face is hit by thousands drops

My eyes are burning

So moist and heavy my breathing stops

I hear sounds for ever returning

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The wind is fast

and presses me back

like signals in a wired mast

howling and scary black

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I open my dreaming eyes

I am inside a cloud

Walking on earth and not in skies

Strange people shout out so loud

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I want a man

I found you what a luck

Now I am your greatest fan

Two minutes I have know you, start the clock.

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But help me first, I am at war

My phone is dying and I need cash

Or in a drillingtower on the shore

Vacation please - you ask and I will get it in a flash.

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The more I walk in this foggy night

The changing pictures of foreign faces

On socials like drops they fight

To catch my attention they state their cases

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I try to text and check for scam

It isn’t allways easy to know

But I believe in love – it takes time like ham

to smoke for gusto, most is just show.

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I walk with the drops hitting my face

Someday my eyes will see Mr. Right

Who might write or speak a real man’s case

Fog gone and real love and warmth will open my sight.

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"Inside a Cloud" portrays the foggy and often confusing experience of being active on social media, where short, intrusive messages can feel more like commands than genuine interest.

The poem’s rhythm is deliberately choppy to reflect the superficial and impatient communication many encounter online. While I believe in romance, true connection requires more than just a random message. The poem balances the hope for love with the disappointment of empty words – a walk through the fog toward clarity and authenticity.