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.
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