"Rain"
I once never liked the rain.
It always keeps on reminding me of the pain.
As much as I wanted to escape and refrain,
It strangled me and left restrained.
As years passed it became my friend.
Who've seen my darkest past,
Who've heard my loudest cry,
And who've seen each time I die.
The skies now have turned gray.
It seems the rain will soon fall in fray.
Like a friend, it patiently wait and stay.
Death awaits for me today.
04/14/2019 1:23 P.M.
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Amateur Works
PoetryThese works are purely made from an amateur and aspiring poet. These were made straight from ideas and thoughts which are assembled into a fresh poem. I am clearly open to any critiques that can possibly make my works improve.
