The Black Rain
And it pours.
The black rain pours down on the pain below the clouds.
When everything else she knows
Fails to keep her happy,
The self inflicted pain increases the misery.
Seeping out once by once
Her blood is all she can feel
As it streams down like rivers.
She only wants the answers to her questions.
"Why was everything a lie?" She asks.
But as she wonders on,
She only asks herself.
"Why?"
So many times before that one,
Agonizingly painful word has failed to be answered by her heart;
Her soul.
She tells herself it's time to live and forget.
Is it possible?
No one has seen the pain,
Torture,
Agony
Seen by her innocent eyes.
And the black rain still drowns the words.
The memories,
The pain.
She stands.
Stands on the floor below,
Kicking through the treacherous waters,
She brings herself the happiness she deserves.
And as she suddenly realized the truth,
The Black Rain no longer fell.
_____________________________________________________________________________________Hey guys! I don't know what's up with these spur of the moment poems, but I thank you for reading! Please review telling me what you honestly think! =) Thanks.
~.~Silent.33~.~
