Whispering Rain

Sitting by the black window staring outside, watching people go by. Looking at the birds flying free and careless in the clouded sky. Rain falling slowly, hitting the window with a whispering sound and I ask myself: 'Why?' Like the raindrops falling slowly from the sky, teardrops start falling slowly from my eyes. All those years lost as I was running to catch up with time, carrying my bleeding heart as I again tried. Frustration, anger, sadness running through my veins as the last remaining feelings of love, compassion, affection die. As I turn to see my face in the mirror, sad eyes turning cold as ice. Numbness in my soul as the rain fades away sky-high... *S.Ü*