Stabbed Raincloud

Rain runs bleakly down the window,

As if a cloud was stabbed,

And it's translucent blood pours down on us forevermore,

I wish you were here,

But you don't even know where I am,

What can a lone being do?

So I sit and watch the rain,

The sky bleeds in its silent pain,

Both of us silently mourning,

I wish I could stop caring,

Harden myself beyond all emotion,

Be the first to do what's humanely impossible,

But I am held back by the boundaries of reality,

Cornered by real-life's stone walls,

Reality will be the death of me,

Only the Impossible can save me now.

The End

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