Crying In The Rain Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strolling down avenues of past suffering and trials.
Never letting life rest, always stirring up the tests
of time, losing strength a little every day.
Being exposed to a bevy of discourses, nothing fitting
my particular mood.
Wondering if I'll ever be free to be myself in this world.
Wherever my heart goes, there I am, crying in the rain
with no hopes or joys, refraining the tests of time.
Resting in arms of loneliness, never finding the way to go.
Listlessly hanging my head in despair.
Wishing to become exempt in this world.