poem???

Oh, dear heart in turmoil's grasp,  

Grey skies reflect my inner mask,  

Tears rain down like endless showers,  

Sunlight concealed behind clouds, never sours.  

Happiness seems ever out of reach,  

As if the sun hides with malicious stealth.

May the clouds disperse, shedding light,  

And my heart, once more, regain its plight.