It Rains - Poem by Robert Mestre
Haunted droplets of silver rain
Falling from the sullen eyes
Of shattered dreams and pain
Within a man misunderstood.
Silent screams from deep within
A hopeful battered soul abused
By time reflecting life's embrace
So tight my hearts lost all hope.
Despair replaces emotions of old
Childish illusions of innocence past,
Born from the bosom of a deceptive world
That gives substance to its own tortures.
Pray for life to imitate the dreams
Of fantasy behind the curtains of your eyes,
Yet horror awaits for the curtain must open,
I have awoke to another day.
And so it rains...
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