Rain is my scattered mind, in pieces on the window
Pane of my life.
As the rain falls, in an array of broken thoughts,
I feel my soulful embodied heart may fracture.
My eyes grow distant in the gaping sullenness of oppression.
Thoughts race randomly down the glass, on a path to desolation.
The heat of the fire within
My body falls away.
The walls of this fragile being break with pain. I say
I love him, I’ll love him forever,
But lonely is my name, with no light around my soul.
Rain-droplet dreams
Of love collect into pools, and a lake of
Sorrow forms, holding tears of my recent past.
Through my pain, I claim love does not exist.
It is a bright sun of hope around which meanders a desperate heart;
The sun that doesn’t shine in this heart of despair.
As the sun sets around it,
Into the night, my love,
Shall perish