Let Them

The stars tilt in the no-moon sky,

Becoming pupils to the watery eyes dripping

Down the pane of my window.

Cloudless rain flings itself towards the light,

The safety of my indoors.

I shy away from the wail of the drops--

Their misery somehow arouses guilt

From the spaces between ribs.

The slap-sting of their terror on glass

Forces hands to ears

To prevent the sound from becoming

A memory.

"Pointless,"

The wind screams, gnashing branches.

My own droplets leak from my shame,

Salty and safe as they warm to my skin,

Offering their sympathy.

But their brethren are still dying.

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Wow your last 5 lines hit me there, This is so deeply powerful. I love this. Amazing writing here.