The Photograph - Poem by Charles Heim
I saw you standing
In the rain,
Raindrops falling fast,
Down your face they ran.
The storm raging outside is
No equal to the storm inside you,
Raindrops are falling, yes,
But can't hide the tears in your eyes.
The hurt, angry storm in you
Is raging more than ever before,
Bits of time.
You were looking at a picture
Soaked by the rain,
Then tearing it up,
Because the picure was one of me.
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