It Rains, I Cry.
Posted: Friday, December 04, 2009
by Kian Ultan Andrew
I wrote this poem, whilst on a day trip into Byron Bay to see the Doctor. It was a very dark, overcast day, and pouring down rain. For some strange reason I was overcome with a melancholy feeling, and this came out.
It Rains, I Cry.
Rain cloaks this town, like a sodden blanket
The cold tears of nature fill the sky
Washing away the dirt and dust of yesterday
To mix and make, the mud and sludge of today
Broken my heart, no longer baring mirth
My soul drowned in tears of self-loathing
I have no pity left for my hapless being
Anger and hate, tools, myself-destroying
Slowly, I burn my bones, in a pit of personal hell
Chance to glimpse an angel, stolen
No options left, just broken
The journey now is over.
Life and love lost, recovery a dream.
Missed, messed, and in muck.
God help me, my mind sucks!
Rain cloaks this town, like a sodden blanket
The cold tears of nature fill the sky
Washing away the dirt and dust of yesterday
To mix and make, the mud and sludge of today
Broken my heart, no longer baring mirth
My soul drowned in tears of self-loathing
I have no pity left for my hapless being
Anger and hate, tools, myself-destroying
Slowly, I burn my bones, in a pit of personal hell
Chance to glimpse an angel, stolen
No options left, just broken
The journey now is over.
Life and love lost, recovery a dream.
Missed, messed, and in muck.
God help me, my mind sucks!
Copyright. K.Andrew. 1/04/04
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