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Saturday, November 21, 2009

It keeps raining

It keeps raining
even though the rain has
stopped,
it rains in the morning
midday and night
all night some times
the wind blows
trees are toppled
streets have become
lakes, rivers,
oceans
It keeps raining
even though the rain has
stopped,
It rains in my heart
in my soul
it pours and soaks me
to the
bone!
My hair in disarray
by the wind
of my fingers
and the rain keeps on
coming,
When will it stop
cease to exist and disappear?
When?
It keeps raining
even though the rain has
stopped,
It soaks my face
and it tries to
wash away the pain
but it has become
ingrained,
in the ridges of my heart
right into the veins
pumping pain every time I
breath,
where it's hard to reach
It keeps raining
even though the rain has
stopped,
It rains where there is life
but death at the same
time,
the death of someone
that runs through me
into the arteries
into my lungs
in my blood
It keeps on raining,
my vision becomes blurred
by this rain
it rains to hard
it feels like the glass
on the window will
break,
but it doesn't
because It is a good glass
good quality
molded when young
to sustained hard hits
The rain slides by
leaving its traces behind,
watermarks,
to be polish by time
so it can shine again
The rain has stopped
but it keeps raining
in my
soul