poem😮😮

Rain

The rain rolls down the window pane,

The idiosyncrasies of me creep up,

The drops come down the window and show the truth,

They show the reality of things,

The now clear window allows me to see maturely,

To realise the false landscape i created to comfort myself,

To give me what feels like a shield of protection from the harshness of life.

The facade has wilted away,

The only reminders are the beautiful false paintings

Shown from one point of view,

Without considering I may have ever been wrong,

A simple look at things again can reveal a new world.

The past of ignorant bliss I had is all but a memory,

Not unlike the past memory of an apartment,

The truth has came to me,

I want the rain back.