Rain

Rain in my poems,
salty water of tears,
songs of water rain down.
Rainwater that comes to me.
It rains inside me, without stopping,
everything burns, bad times.
Everything burns down for us,
the rain burns, desolation.
There's no hope left,
everything's going wrong,
from bad to worse.
Rain that burns,
the soul is on fire, and it won't stop.
Hopes are leaving,
and when there's nothing left,
what's the point of pretending.
I will drown, and it doesn't matter,
the world will go on and who cares,
other drops will reach another heart.


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