Then Comes the Rain
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
Hell's demons call again, my name.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
High hopes they had for me, in vain.
Their little girl is not the same.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
This inmost hurt, I can't explain:
A hollow shell of me, became.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
A thunderbolt you can't contain;
My madness only to inflame.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
Despair within me sits ingrained.
By giving in, I feel the shame.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
Intensity begins to wane.
This life, I fear I can't reclaim.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
Copyright © Darkland Poetry | Year Posted 2015
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