a/n: this is a published editor chose award contest winning poem written for Raven

published in July, 2005 on the 13th

Your past and your pain

I see you standing there

You seem to walk on air

Wings spread out to fly

Letting out your mournful cry

Of your past and your pain

That can not be lost in the pouring rain

You toss stones at the glass

But your pain is still there alas

Your want held and rocked

But your emotions, you, they mock

Of your past and your pain that falls upon you like the rain

Each drop a fatal curse upon your

Each a lie less truth

Of your past and your pain

A falling curse that will drive you insane