Red rain falls
Upon my bedroom window.
Pitter patter. Drop. Drip. Splash.
The sounds of rain break the silence
That haunts my mind tonight.
Accompanied by the ticking of a grandfather clock.
Now all I hear are tears
Falling to the ground
As life ticks away.
Now all I want to do is scream
At the top of my lungs,
Enough for hell to hear me.
Enough for heaven to shake.
Red rain falls
Upon my bedroom window
Drowning out the sounds of night.
YOU ARE READING
Overthinking.
PoetryThis is a book comprised of many kinds of poetry. I talk about topics that are kind of dark, kind of scary, but also very real.
