Rain Not Of Pain Poem by Scarlet .....

This bed upon I do so lay
the thought I was thinking
is not now my way

Tears I could stop

if but

shown the way

yet I will
stop
them not

From with in
my being

they do
so spring

have you answer to

that I would ask

for my bed

is diffrent from your bed you
know

Over whelmed my soul

unto you

yet still it grows
the peace of the

wish full mind may we keep

The strenth from this bed

I so learn carry on

P.S. A box of tissues

if you can spare to wipe

from

mine eye the pain that is there

by The first shrike and the queen of pain