Black Rains
Is luck a myth or reality
likewise karma
Are they false entities we've created
or are they just a realm of superstition
but I ponder not the facts
nor these questions so why do I care
Why do I persist to dabble in irrelevancy
to distract my mind from the evils outside
When did I become on the list of the punished
What have I done so wrong to be on the receiving end
of such a terrible robbery
Why are you robbing me of my luck, my home
of everything I love
Why, when I finally fit in
Why, when I've finally found my place
I have to pack my bags, say 'Au revoir'
like I didn't care at all about anything I've gained
Would it be wrong for me to say I want my life to end
or has it already
My pen shares my grief as it allows a heavy cloud
of black rain
to dance along lines of blue grass
in a melancholy connotation
an expression of mourning for its distraught author
but I decorate its work with malice and confusion
Treat it like a canvas and decorate it in red
to say 'the rain gave truth to what's in my heart
but my heart is as black as I am red'
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2016
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