The Poet Tries: Untold Love #Wattys2019

#12- Rain Tales

I'm here again at the garage.
Lying in a foldable chair,
While watching how the rain sprinkles the ground;
How each drop resembles my agony in shallow moments.

Continuous.
Unending.
Non-stop.

Looking around all I can see
Is the grey sky filled with so much pain;
Pain that's ready to be eased by tough winds,
Circling above the unworthy shadow of one's lonely soul.

As much as I wanted to go with the rain,
I just can't.
It will just remind me of how painful it was
-of how sad it was being rejected
-of how sad it was being compared
-of how sad it was being alive without anyone by your side.

So instead of letting the rain falls into my skin,
I would rather sit here alone
While drinking a hot coffee to warm my cold heart.

But later on, a fast lightning and loud-shocking thunder will crumble above.
As if saying even way up high, there are still chaos, struggles and war.
You're not safe anywhere - anymore.
You should learn how to fight and stop being coward.

'Cause after all, the rain will stop.
The pain will be replaced with joy.
Sadness within you will be vanished.
And someone will stay by your side.

//rain tales//