Drops of rain, swimming down.
I look to the storm, waiting for a sign.
Can't you feel the sun? They say.
All I feel is rain.
...
I work, I toil.
Day in, day out.
I dream, aspire,
But all for naught.
...
Who is the lucky one?
Are you lucky that your are gone?
Or I, that I must live on.
...
Dreaming is wishing
subconsciously hoping
trying to fly-
realizing you're chained to the ground.
...
The cold gazes up at me
and I towards it.
Its gravity is undeniable
a suggestion at life's brevity.
...
I built a tower high around my heart
The shiny glass walls holding me far
From those with greedy hands
Trying to take
...
Rain
Drops of rain, swimming down.
I look to the storm, waiting for a sign.
Can't you feel the sun? They say.
All I feel is rain.
Can't you feel the warmth? They say.
All I feel is rain.
Can't you feel the joy? They say.
The rain washes me away.