Tearstorm

Sounds of the rain beat harsh on my head,

I lay awake and stare at the window,

It is clouded with the pitter patter of the skies harsh tear,

Something bad must have happened.

 

Something must have taken all the pain,

 and shoved it above them in a wintry blaze,

someone has polluted the gentle skies,

with tears, and fears, and pain's gentle cry.

 

They have hidden away what the hearts truely plead,

what they feel,

 what they want,

what they greive for,

what they need.

 

I am among the rare few that escape,

the ones that have chosen to hide far away,

 from the beings that wish to just hide it all today,

and never again see the sun in the sky.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Mary]

i really liked it, but the last line kinda threw me off but other than that it was good!!!!:)

[Subjective Sanity]

I really, really like this one. It paints an incredible picture. BRAVO!