The Living Broken (Poetry)

Regret

Screams. Shouts. Cries for help.
Little do they know, no yelp can save them now.
The pitter patter of the rain, that brought down a storm and pour.
Brings nothing but hurt and sorrow to devour.
Lovely sunshine and scorching heat, the pain and agony is nothing like a good old beat.
Save yourselves from torment and pain, don't leave whats to be done, out to dry. For no cry will help, your pleading and sighs.