dear sky

i am now sitting at my work desk,
staring outside the gloomy sky,
it feels like the sky is going to cry,
these days it had been crying a lot,
but it just won't cry this time, its holding back,
it just stay as gloomy as it can,
dear sky, are you having the same feeling as i do?
are you trying to be strong this time?

paper, notes, work, sketches, stationary,
scattered all over my desk,
here am i, trying to hold on to my pencil,
ready to sketch something out,
but nothing came up,
just the word 'loneliness' in my mind

i don't know what has come into my mind,
was i am afraid of the dark?
or was i am afraid of saying goodbye?