Rain [Poem]

12/15/24

Desolation setting in

Flowing through the wounds

That stretch so deep within

The only comfort within this abyss;

Pain that cast me here to begin with

Tossed aside, like rubbish disposed

Foolish to believe I would be desired

The dream I possess is unreal

The odds, so astoundingly low

I'm losing hope, cracking at the seams

Seeking what is before my time

And contort at the whim of dirty hands

And break apart at their commands

Trying to satisfy every demand

My value so overtly apparent

A toy, for their amusement

A vehicle, for their goals

A title, for their plaques

I shan't dream of that again

Though I shall dream of what cannot be

As this consumes and overwhelms me

This aching and burning pain

As I lie here writing this, and thinking

Oh what a terrible night it is for rain