A soft rain falls over my mind
The water gently caressing my thoughts
Small humble droplets, each inclined
To soothe my fears
And hide my tears
To ingeniously disguise my faults
To me the inner shower gives
Not destroying hope or false happiness
But just the sustenance to live
Barely scraping
Barely making
The minimum barely providing this
The friendly wind blows steadily
The rain oppresses my mind’s parasites
Wind and rain combined heavenly
Offer solace
Shaky embrace
Unable to set my dead heart alight
Anesthetic does not heal the gun wound
A grain of rice does not feed the starving
A few feet does not matter on a journey to the moon
I cannot be healed; I am dying
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Another lovely poem. Now the rain is something I miss. Where I live, it’s still winter so I’m waiting for warmer weather.
Thank you. It’s just getting warm here.
You’re welcome. Are you 18+? Just wanna say that your grammar is impressive.
I’m 16. But I take honors English.
And thank you.
Wow so young. Keep up the good work! You are talented. My English teacher was a mean b*tch 😛 Nevertheless it was always my favorite class. Old times~ Take care.
Excellent.
Always enjoyed the rain more than the sun.