Profound Question Poem by Christian K. Montiel

Black rain.
I’m here feeling the black rain pouring down in my face, the hopes and the dreams are long gone from my life and what is inside of me is anger and sorrow.
Trough the rain you can’t see the sun and when is no sun is no light to make my life bright and what it is darkness into my view blurry images of a better way out.
I’m trying to reach for my way out but I’m sinking into the milky puddle that is where my faith when down the drain and no more smiles into my faces just numb feelings that I would never believe.
The black rain that is running into my face just like the blood that is running trough my veins slowly but surely I would die into the night like the shadows that follow me around.