On rainy nights
The dreariness beclouding my soul shifts
The murmuring inner voice lulls
My ears grasp only the sound of swaying branches
And the droplets on the roof
My hands draw away from my two best friends
Pain and regret
For the time being, they seclude themselves
And my soul emerges from the well of sadness
Gasping for air
Gasping for contentment in moments such as this
On rainy nights
Self-effacement floats away in the flood of dirt
I twirl in the rain relishing the kisses of the droplets
Like a cheerleader revels in the glory of the cheering crowd
On rainy nights
I am purified from my suffering
And my tongue praises God
For relieving me from the burden of living
When the clouds part to let the sun have it's glory
And the cheerful sounds of others cloud the air
Pain and regret shall be my only companions
And I shall cut and watch the tiles turn crimson
And the voices surrate the relief death brings
But I am no fool
For I am fully aware that death will send me
To a place far more agonizing than this
But for now, I shall cut
And watch the tiles turn crimson
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The Path to Death
PoésieThese are free verse poems that I have written when I was at my lowest point, trying to figure out what I want more, to love or to die. I am battling depression and maybe I will get better, maybe not. But writing down what I'm feeling lessens my b...
