Clouds

I don’t understand why I crawl when I run.

My syllables grow breathless with every second I mutter.

I cannot break free when parting at life’s crossroads.

I remember the old ones now, as I forget the new.

I am in a cage, suspended—I do not understand.

I do not know if it is you who tied my rope.

I am trapped in my own cries, unable to escape.

In my mind, the end times have come—I cannot break free.

The snow could not extinguish the fire within me.

The lost sun ruins my mornings.

Perhaps we were like ivy, entwined and tangled.

Together, we would have climbed, two stubborn souls, without yielding.

I love the clouds—you are entirely different.

I called out, but my voice never reached beyond a single layer.

Suddenly I shudder—if you are the cause, then perhaps that moment was the end I saw.