My black umbrella leans on my
shoulder like a grieving
companion, and the thunder
and lightning rages around
me, striking on a distant
building. The rain lashes down
on my black umbrella, and the
few raindrops that avoid the
defense of my umbrella drip on
me. They run down my cheeks,
mingling with the tears that
pour from my eyes. Hiding
those tears, showing that I
am not weak, and that I can
live just on my own. But, I know
that it is a lie.
The cold wind bites at my
unshielded arm, and I wonder
faintly what made the innocent
force so angry that it could
wreck such havoc upon already
destroyed cities and small
children and growing families.
Maybe it was the anger of God,
anger of how selfish the people
of this beautiful Earth have
become. How many mistakes
we make, how his own creation
trashes a world he made with
his own hands. My slender
fingers reach up to my umbrella,
numb with the rain and wind
of this storm and they fumble
with the catch until my umbrella
falls down. I smile distantly as
a torrent of raindrops ambush
my hair and face, my already
strewn golden hair sticking to
my wet body and the wind
desperately trying to rip it off
like a sworn enemy to the rain.
Revere the Night; the rain
that mingles with my tears
and the wind that numbs my
pain; for the darkness is the only
embrace that I shall ever feel, my
only friend. When the light rejects
me, the darkness opens it's arms
and we shall grieve together.
Perhaps I am not loved, but I shall
die strong and no one will ever
know that I was actually weak.
Darkness shall grant me my last
wish; to die strong, the last hope
of my shattered heart.