Wearingly heavy is the darkness in,
It's scary and lonely; no light is thin,
A wish too deep, to live again,
Wanna feel the rain.
Taken for granted, is the love around
There's none here, no bond to bound;
Ready for sorrow and all the pain,
Wanna feel the rain.
Angry over little things, much to care,
For tiny mistake, no one would spare;
Here's nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Wanna feel the rain.
Lots of complaints, so many threats
Chasing worldly vain, worse it gets,
It's clear as crystal now, what is main
Wanna feel the rain.
Wanna feel the rain,
Wanna feel the rain,
Wanna feel the rain,
Wanna feel the rain, again..
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This poem is one of the old ones, that I wrote when I was just starting with poetry. It was little complex and edgy, I guess. I tried to lighten it a bit, hopefully you understand, at least, that it's written in a dead and buried person's voice.
So, how's the poem?
Share your thoughts.
Take care. Stay safe.
Love and peace✌
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