Executed By Angels

by Davens

Poetry I've written in a month or so... R&R! Some may be from other stories I have written, so if they seem familiar that's probably where they are from.

9. Chapter 9

Through the open window,

I see the rain,

As each drop falls,

I see your pain.

Through the open window,

I see a storm,

A storm that has yet,

To be born.

A flashback comes,

And I see myself,

Staring out the window,

At everybody else.

I doze off,

Into my own make-believe dream,

Which slowly turns,

To a cold and dark reality.

Through the open window,

I see the light,

It almost blinds me,

It's so bright.

The dark deeper,

Than the light,

It heals my pain,

It steals the night.

The only light,

In the dark,

Is the moon,

The only spark.

Through the open window,

I see the fate,

To be dark or light,

Which is fake?

You're surrounded by light,

You're tainted by dark,

You can't choose,

Where to leave your mark.

You chose the dark,

For the moon is there,

The light is bright,

The dark is bare.

Everyone knows what you are,

But no one cares,

You hide away,

From all the stares.

Then pain you feel,

Each full moon rise,

The glowing orb,

That fills your cries.

Through the open window,

I see the rain,

As each drop falls,

I feel your pain.