Rain's Battle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was very personal to me.
Open to interpretation.

Submitted: February 26, 2014

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Submitted: February 26, 2014

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Rain’s Battle

 

A cold night, the wind’s song;

That is all I could really feel back then.

The moment I felt it so bold,

Yet so calm in the bed of the night.

And so all I could know was the pain,

That one day I could tell it was right.

 

These moments could never repeat.

It doesn’t imply the wind goes away.

I get lost with these shades of fear.

But my painting was never so dark.

Will you ever be able to stay?

If all you can hear is a bark.

 

Every day is different.

Every difference is the same.

Every now and then I can feel the scent.

When the red turns into black, and the white turns into yellow,

That’s when you feel no shame;

That’s when you’re just too hollow.

 

Emptiness leaves no space.

Rain falls nowhere.

A leaf from an unknown place.

A drop of an innocent man.

Nothing from all things we were.

No dreams from this beautiful plan.


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