Pouring down
In unrelenting sheets
Washing all
In its path
Battle-worn soldiers
Pellets of water
That are cold to the touch
Leaving numb traces
And mingling
With salty tears
The sky rumbles
And it groans
With a weary sadness
The landscape blurs
In shades of gray
And a mourning blue
The shadows gather
Amid the splashes
Of blinding white
Greeting visitors
With the gloomy sight
Selfishly pouring
As a symbol
Of the misery
That permeates inside
Piercing the hardened heart
And leaking through
Those bitter cracks
The grieving holes
That for some reason
Were allowed to stay
Even though
It just let the pain grow
Allowed the wounds to fester
To bleed profusely
As nostalgic memories
Regretful errors
Secret dreams
Yearning wishes
While nobody
But the rain
Ever listens.
~fin~
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
