When It Rains, It Pours Poem by Carmael William

A life of wealth and poverty have I lived,
When it would rain, it would pour
Heartily onto my canvas of white,
Smothering colors onto my palette.
Like an epiphany, I had a dream!
That I am not all that I see,
Behind the facade of empty fulfilling smiles,
I was but a racoon who'd lost his mean,
Where nowhere I would wish to be.

There were days with worries fused,
And some days I had a heart of cold,
Where I'd make a mountain out of a molehill,
But many were days when I used to be bold,
I'd felt like I could conquer all,
But in deceit was all that trot,
A lie to my ember being,
For worries they make you cause;
A loss of time, a loss of time indeed.

A baffling childhood I honestly had..
Happily married to unhappy parents,
But that wouldn't have made me sad,
For it was a trial to pass my own past,
For an old dog could not be taught new tricks,
Once learned you can never unlearn, was such a thing;
To my parents both young and old,
Fruitful words they'd never speak,
Hate and complain were they're own thing.

So I've come to learn my own way,
That memories warm or cold,
Life is but hastily short,
And this dream is but long.
Always will there come a 'morrow,
Perhaps joy you could borrow?
From people apart from your tribe,
For Loneliness is not a thing to shy,
It is but true, not a lie, so be honest.