The setting Sun brings the cold night.
Cold rain falls upon my window pane.
The silence is so loud its deafening.
All the tears in the ocean could never fill the empty hole inside of me.
All the love in the world could never heal the wounds that run deep in me.
When the rain comes down on me
an umbrella is as useless as this analogy.
I'm battered and tattered like a flag left to fly in a thunderstorm.
Feeling filthy I just can't get clean.
When the will the clouds part for me?
I'm humbled & heartbroken for the world to see.
©budmac38
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