Best Poems Written by Meeya Riddle

The Euphoric Rain

God the pain, 
The overwhelming pain, 
All you do is drain, 
Like your the water that is called rain, 
Down down you go down the drain, 
The never ending suffering like a nonstop rain,
Blades to the vain, 
Only cause a temporary pain,
Watching the blood from your veins drain,
Feels like dancing in the rain,
The feeling so purely in vain,
Makes you want to dance in the rain, 
Physical is nothing close to mental pain, 
It’s like it’s your soul they drain, 
Dragging it into the rain, 
But this is the rain that causes pain, 
The one that doesn’t puncture the vain, 
The kind that leaves the untouched vein
that doesn’t let the painful blood drain,
The kind that keeps the pain, 
Just let my blood drain,
Let me dance in the euphoric rain, 
Let the blood run through my vain.

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