Sorrow of Rain

Foolishness rose inside this heart It screamed for the quietude of present And covered its ear at the screeches of piercing past Groveling, undulating . . . the mountains arose And all was in eyesight Senses bled out and the lambs painfully drank This heart was once brazen, haughty and bright Now it patiently waits for the blankets of night It will never be uncovered, unraveled . . . discovered This was the thought of the heart in history But many have come across it Only to pass by in distain For who can bear the noisy sorrow of rain? They pass feeling the anguish throb Touching their hearts for moments Only to be lost in the void named Forgotten Fool . . . fool, how could you believe? This isn’t real—they cannot see But in this place you have so easily found Harder will it be in this heart— To leave To give away It has fallen into selfish feeling And it waits and wallows Screaming still for silence Never to attain Only to gain the sorrow of rain March 14, 2013