Confrontation
As rain puddles the ground,
tatter-tatter falls the sound.
It climbs up railings
and flows through the streets.
And here we are in the rain.
Side by side and alone,
almost like we would be blown.
The wind howls,
louder than owls,
and we're forced to look each other in the eye
barely about to cry.
I ask you what you want again,
but I feel so drained.
You tell me that you're in pain,
but only because you want the gain,
of using your powers to put me in wane.
I scream and yell,
wailing like hell,
and leave you in the rain,
as rain puddles the ground.
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