The Blackest Rain

Tears and blood

Pooled softly

Before my feet

And I am constantly

In pain.



I strive each day

Like yesterday

Collecting memories

And waiting for life to end.



With the clash of my emotions

Hopeless false illusions

And images of confusion

I struggle for breath

And try to pray



To no one

And to everyone

As hard as I can

As I attempt to stand

But still I fall to my knees

Swallowed by shame.



I feel so helpless

And I'm so useless

And all that is left for me to do

Is beg

For you

To stop this rain.



Because



I am

No longer

Sane.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

... an undending rain covers me ...

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Corie Lynn M.'s picture

I know exactly how this feels. It sucks I know.
I'm actually feeling like this right now.

This is an excellent poem and I love it.