Rain

Love falls like rain, Onto my waxed face. Blending into tears of pain, From an unknown place. I can’t think straight, I can’t see clearly, I can’t love anymore. My sight blurred from burning, Spits of acidic fear that hide in my facade. My stomach churns; flipping and turning, On the icy disregard. Why I can’t I find help In anywhere I seek? The cry of a dozen friends stifled out By the downpour of the weak. I slip in weeping puddles, That line the mirthless floor: Singing double, double toil and trouble, A chant I’ve heard before. The scores of a thousands follies Shriek the scores of isolation. How can I live when A simple rain does drown me out? So I shall lift my hood, And hide from the stormy water. Wishing my life would Soon become shorter.