Matthew Peel

The Rain

Outside the window, the rain falls down
Heavy and weighted like a broken ship.
I feel like a king without his crown,
And melancholy seeps from my lip.
There is nothing but pure night
And the sounds of weeping slip through.
I stare to a frame, not feeling right,
Soon, my heart turns blue.
I am barred in, stuck in one place

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