TheRainInMySky

The rain falls down, My darkened sky, The tears of watching You pass me by. The thunder; Anger, loss and dread, Of all the words I’d never said. Where is my Sun, My hope, my light? Your words that led me Through darkest night? Replaced by sadness, Regret, dismay; My silence, As you walked away. My thoughts still wander; True life, a haze, Through empty nights And lonely days. The months roll by, I stumble on. An empty place; Your smile, still gone. The smallest of reasons, The greatest of lies, The words that you said As you gave your good-byes, The guilt and the anger, Despair and regret, The things that I

He wakes alone, soft grass afoot, Fresh cherry blossom in his hair. Young birdcalls hail the buds of spring, Crisp breezes stir the morning air. At rest, watching the soft sun rise, Frost melting in its fiery gaze. The lonely child wonders; Finding beauty in the silver haze. Distractions fill the young boy's head; With wandering mind (and lively feet), The nearest branch, a sword becomes, Lest fearful strangers, he should meet. Across the hills, through forests, streams, His feet, unguided, swiftly roam, Yet burdened with a heavy heart His whole life spent with no true home. The boy walks on, his path unplanned, Attention spe

.....I’m sinking now, staring into the darkness. Darkness that’s eating away at the ripples I left, as I slipped beneath the surface of this silk-smooth bay. This grave. My ripples. I can’t tell whether it’s just the lack of air in my lungs, the encroaching night, or some illusion of my mind, but the shadows are growing now, and as I close my eyes, not wanting to see them destroy the last traces I left in the world above, I can feel it dragging me deeper, pulling me swiftly into the abyss below my ghost-white feet. No. Not pulling. Calling....