When It Pours

sad poem, i think ppl can somehow relate... about the rain.

I'm walking home. But it's still dark.
The moon's not out. There's not a mark.
It never rains. It's always dry.
No tear to stain. Yet I still cry.

It never rains. It never shows.
Sorry there's no open door.
Walking home. It's still dark.
Rocking back to Noah's Ark.
I think of you when times like these.
Then someone comes and tries to seize.
I shake him off, he holds on tight.
Then I realise it's not right.
The way he grabs me, tries to rape.
It's not right, for no one's sake.

Pushes me against the wall.
Like walking through an empty hall.
Thinking why, God, why is this?
But then I feel the beating mist.

It starts like that. A misty touch.
I know it seems that it's not much.
But now I see it makes my day.
I'm left beat with nothing to say.
But I don't care. I feel the rain.
I know it's bad, but I'm still sane.
I'm still in pain.
But nothing matters anymore.
Nothing makes a difference.
Nothing compares to the rain.
To the mist, the breeze, the feel of your skin,
the drops, the tears, stripped me of my sin,
It's crazy. Insane.
I feel no pain.

My hair is wet. I'm blotched and dripping.
I'm sick, I'm cold, I'm bloody beaten.
But I don't care. I feel the rain.
It's pouring on me, I feel no strain.
No press, no pain, no reason to cry.
For once I'm glad I didn't die.

I know it's sick. It sounds so wrong.
Please don't judge. It's been too long.
I turn the knob and look behind.
And realise then that I've been blind.

 

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

LOVE IT!!!!!!
This poem had me sucked right in the whole time.
Couldn't take my eyes off the screen and didn't want to blink.
I love the rhythm and wording, it's amazing.
Great work!