The Sound Of Rain - Poem by Kirsten Rowe
The rain never ends, it echoes through this room.
A reminder of how you turned back toward a mistake, leaving me the one behind.
I hear it slap against the window and its me all over again.
Feeling the cold of the emptiness
Of the echoes
Of what you refuse to hear.
After the gray light fades and I'm left in darkness the sound grows loud enough to smother my dreams.
What do you do when all you want is only what you can dream?
When your best day is when the fear is hidden away.
Its not that I'm afraid of the darkness
Of being alone.
The fear lies within the truth of my heart.
Truth of a love never meant to be, whose name shatters the darkness
even the rain.
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