Cleansing Rain

a poem I wrote during my second divorce

Sitting here fed up with it

Different day, same pile of S**t

Sick of Living, Sick of Trying

Scared to go on, Scared of dying

Where is the hope that carried me?

How did I loose faith, it's burried me

Where is the love that i've once known?

Where is the light to show me back home

I'm reaching out with my hand

Seeking for the wisdom to understand

Trying to find the place to make the turn

Trying to find the solace for which I yearn

A fork in the road,Two lives, two sides,

and only one can here abide

Both ways come with too much pain

I lay here crying like cleansing rain.