What happens when no one can hear you cry?
You feel the rain stream down your face and its descent is silent,
The face is the canvas to a piece of abstract,
Distracted colors splash across the beige plane,
They smack every bit of the pale purity away,
It smears and beads of pain roll down carelessly,
You just stand there and take it all in,
Alone,
Dejected,
A rainbow of agony.
