Collection Of Poems

The Eleventh Of Nine Eleven

I catch the first drop of rain,
When it pour a tears of pain;
Even so I let go just then,
For grief is present in every scene;
Faith is the solution I firmly say,
This work for years but gone today;
I can't prevent myself from falling apart,
When I got nothing inside my heart;
I am filled with too much sorrow,
I could no longer last for tomorrow;
I'm tired pretending and I'm numb indeed!
My mask is old and now I bleed;
So I could no longer say I'm okay,
For this train bury the word pray;