Walking in the rain no can tell my tears from my pain
The subtleness of the clouds looms a story of bitter remains
storms follows me everywhere down a muddy path of shame
A recollection of my emotions lies in a puddle of abstract rain
As I stand there sinking into my memories again
I reached towards the heavens
looking for someone to pull me out
of this self indulged game
Letting out a battle cry in a morbidly
Irrefutable tone
I braced myself for a voice that knew
everything that was wrong
So as I stood there in the rain
I looked upon the horizon an saw
One of gods promises still never changed....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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