My first really decent poem. |
As the rain falls you can see and feel the love that blossoms in a field The love that dances round around on the grassy plains But also the despair that comes with the rain A cloudy confusing depression, a depression that is … - INEVITABLE A time of sorrow is bound to each life A time of happiness too Everyone can feel this happiness Everyone except you You, although not heartless Do not know how to use yours When all you do is kill All you can do is kill Thus I rest upon my bed thinking great wonders in my head For once when I had emotions I knew how to love but now that part of me IS DEAD Perhaps it’s the rain that allowed me to love Perhaps it’s the rain that allowed me to grieve Perhaps it’s the lacking of rain that shaped me But how can it be when I am merrily a nothing It is strange I am not like my parents They were good people and I AM NOT The funny thing is there lives had rain And windows that were left open These windows were solely open for a purpose A purpose to let love in Sorrow in Emotion IN Me … I’ve come to a conclusion It was not that my life didn’t have rain It’s that my windows were never open to let the rain in. And thus I commence my life here. For it is too late, my life is simply FAR TOO DRY |