Empty Hearts

I stand here

alone

surrounded by howling wind

pouring rain

barren hills

devoid of growth

or greenery

as far as the eye can see

the wind whips my hair

the rain soaks my clothes

and I stand here

alone

weak

and cry

tears running down my already wet cheeks

not because I am alone

cold

wet

unable to move

but because

I cannot see pictures

in the clouds