She walks
She walks under the rain
Freezing droplets fall down her frozen face
She doesn't cry
Doesn't cry
Even when the freezing droplets turn sharp
Even when they cut her
Cut her face
Rubies fall
Blood drips down
Crimson tears slip down
Yet she still walks
The rain doesn't stop
Neither does she
She walks until her feet bleed
Until the crimson mixes with muddy browns
She walks and walks
Until she can't anymore
So she crawls
She crawls
She crawls Until she can't
She stops.
The rain doesn't.
The rain doesn't stop.
Until she becomes one.
One with the earth.
Until she disappears.
Still
The rain never stops.
- laina
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Words Sung By A Weeping Soul
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. My genre Is angst and these poems are full of them. Pondering about the world, wondering why you exist. I try to put thoughts like these into my poems. And a warning my poems don't rhyme. And contain simple words but w...
