Purging Pain Like Skies Do Rain

I feel barren, like a thirsty tongue longs tears,

while thoughts rain disparity without slumber.

I crawl diligently, though I decline swift,

as these hideous shadows suck me under.

 

Suicidal streams, smother spiritual dreams,

and hope in humanity seems lost once more.

Live and let live, is a phrase some abide by,

though when your spirit’s unstable, it’s at war.

 

Wisdom looks inward, for it’s torn me apart,

without compassion, hard heart’s beat shallow breaths.

I’m a sorrowful soul, just trying to grow,

each day is like dying a thousand deaths.

 

From former failed attempts, life drains my dreams dry,

though yesterday smiled, seemingly worth it all.

Then this eternal abyss of fierce pain blazed,

where leaps of love now perpetually fall.

 

Leaving remnants of someone I’m no longer,

I ponder upon younger days I thought true.

Hardships don’t always make you stronger, I know,

and sometimes I see life is what it makes you.

Author's Note

I deserve to purge my pains
like the rains that pour before me.