Page 26 - Fallen Thoughts

Rain from My Eyes

At the end of the day, clouds in the sky,
A single raindrop falls down to the ground.

Soon more follow that no one can deny.
It seems to be raining without a sound,
The rain speaks of sadness, “I’ve done my best.”

But no one thinks my best is good enough,
Rain falls from my eyes, heart reels in my chest.
Every goddamn thing I do is a bluff.
My sobs accent the rain just like thunder,

It seems the pouring rain will never cease.
Will I ever be good enough, I wonder.

I would do anything to have some peace.
But alas, it won’t come, so I will stay,
Lost in my rainstorm, vanishing away.