The Rain/ My Soul

The rain hits the pavement inside my mind,

A constantly closed off section that’s often left behind.

Is it the rain on my forehead or on my face,

The dampness is not unknown, doesn’t feel out of place.

The darkness is common and I hide in the shadows,

Looming in my despair that no one knows.

How the rain drops and tear drops vary only in quantity,

How I often long to no longer be an entity.

I look up to sky and I imagine a home of my own,

A place where no matter what, I don’t feel as alone.


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