Page 55 - Written Feelings

rain

Its raining inside
The ceiling is cloudy
The way that I sighed
So heavy and loudly

The way the lights dim
And how the night's long
Makes me want to sing
A very sad song

I have a huge anvil
Placed on my chest
I have a small Advil
It lays me to rest

My eyelids are closing
Much like my curtains
Am I winning or losing?
I'll never be certain