poem about inner suffering |
Cold Rain The tips of lightning dance upon the limbs of the trees in the vast darkness of night. Songs of the thunder cracked like the fierce hands of gods ripping the sky apart. Rains beat heavily on the bare head of a boy crying in the rain. He watched ever so helplessly as the lighting danced upon the trees and listened as the gods sound ripped the sky. He sat helplessly in the rain hiding his tears in the streaks of wetness as he attempted to fill the new empty void in his heart. He thought of all the games that were played with his delicate mind and of the distortion that took place deep in his heart as the lightning danced upon the trees and thunder shook the skies. He began to think back to a time long ago a time were his heart was free. But the pain he felt inside for the black empty void in his heart returned with every flashing light and every booming sound. He could not escape the storm that changed the world around him. And the world deep inside of him. He lingered in the cold rain as it beat upon his bare chest his mind slowly slipping away. And he no longer knew if he were laughing or crying He lied himself down in a deep wet puddle on the hard black ground. And watched the yellow line move back and forth as on final bright flash of light erupted in front of him. |