Pain

The clouds come in gustful blows
Breaking down well-established walls,
With impunity they harangue thee
And the jocundity and mirth stall.
You gather about your senses
As the structures come crumbling down,
You have no more defences,
And a smile is far, but a frown.
To talk is a rightful ordeal
For all have turned against you,
To love is a pain in itself
For all my feelings you misconstrued.