Sitting by the Window, looking at the rain.
Drop after drop, thoughts fall upon my brain.
Why do we suffer? why do we pain?
I just can't find the answer, no matter the much rain.
Closing my eyes, the rain I still heard.
Drop after drop, my thoughts were running mad.
They say God forgives, now that's just sad.
'Cause if he did, why do mothers die?
'Cause if he did, why do babies cry?
Opening my eyes, my thoughts I still had.
Outside, the rain was pouring harder.
Inside my mind, my thoughts were getting madder.
Why do dogs die? They never ate that apple.
Oh rain! Tell me why! 'Cause they never ate that apple.
Why are we not all beggars?
Why are we not all royals?
All these questions. All no answers.
When the rain stops, I hope my thoughts will too.
But till the sun shines again,
I am sitting by the Window looking at the rain.
Praying these answerless questions get the fuck out of
my brain.
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Poetry By A Traveller
Poetry"Come travel through my mind." A collection of random poems I have composed. These poems are of my innermost thoughts and spirit, a journey through my mind. It might be a bit crazy at times but we are all crazy, so. I dedicate them to all lovers of...
