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
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