11 July 2012

Rain


Rain is a concrete manifestation.
Easy to take notice of yet hard to suppress.
In sprinkles, it gives joy.
In sadness, it hides the tears.


A long and unexpected descent from the heavens.
Like the rain I give my identity.
This madness pains me, I'm drenched in sadness
Storming out my anguish will never amuse me.


I'm cold, I'm blue, I'm unconscious.
My heart is cold because of the rain.
Cleanse my filth, wash it away,
Burn me with your fire, take away my pain.

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