Bill Cantrell


Dead Rain


Black rain falls upon my page
from melancholy springs.
Dead rain drips from tired eyes
as life goes down the drain.
Drops of pain fall silent,
unperceived by sheltered hearts.
The last rain, let it give release
that peace may breach this dark.
Staring at reflection
in a pond of forgotten sins,
Melancholy splashes violently,
revealing Déjà vu again.
Cleansing waters from your throne
have healed me many times before.
Let them rain upon my head
and lift me up once more.

Bill Cantrell

Submitted: Saturday, October 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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Depression is the context of this poem, where I call to my maker for help.

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  • Riss Ryker (5/24/2014 10:28:00 AM)

    Hi Bill! I absolutely LOVED this poem! Adding you to my poets list and looking forward to reading more! (Report) Reply

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