Raining Up

In my house, the flickering candles dance on the ceiling, The steady sound of cars passing, I close my eyes, then gray skies Raining up, instead of down Dark waves cover me, a current takes over me, This current that likes to surf my soul, it pulls the tears out of me Like trying to run though a muddy swamp Or escaping from a thick fog This endless war inside of me, will never stop, The ups and downs, The happies and sads He takes my tears, up they go, up into his ragged dirty linen, The pillows up there, they rain up Why do they take the things that hurt, Out of us and eat it Just to return it, like a finely wrapped present, so we can eat it To close our eyes again