Violent Rain
While words of hate are spoken no signs of faith remain,
I never thought that one of my days would be filled with violent rain.
What was it that pushed him into inflicting such pain,
And why am I the one left with bruises, what did he have to gain?
He didn't loose what he hurt, therefore to him it was all a game.
Remorse is for the week his actions show no shame,
scared to walk away because the memories of everything still remains the same.
Copyright © Autumn May | Year Posted 2006
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