The rain is pouring down
I'm standing in it with a frown
Wondering if I'm going to be here much longer
Or if I'm going to be up yonder
The message was loud and clear
And with that the notion of fear
Am I even going to see the new year
Or will I be in another sphere
The rain hitting me is like a calming song
But all I'm thinking of is what the hell I did wrong
They tell me to be strong
But what if the road too long
I have done it before
Fought a bloody war
Who is keeping the score
Because I don't anymore
I don't know what I'm feeling
All I know is that my heart is not healing
Where is the bigger meaning
I really just want to be dreaming
Dreaming of a world where I didn't hear the word
A word that is so fucking absurd
I'm only 25
I have already heard it twice
"Cancer"
The rain is still pouring down.
YOU ARE READING
The story of me
PoesíaThey might not make sense, but they are all parts of what is the story of me.
