My Rain


My rain
The last 3 nights I've been fighting myself out of nightmares . To only wake up to have daydreams about you . Loneliness has talking over. My soul quakes with the fear of the reality that this might be as good as it gets. See I'm no longer the man I was and I've yet to obtain or grasp the man that I'm supposed to be, reaching out to the faces that pray for me hoping that somebody sees inside the depth of my loneliness and sees my heart filled with the foolish hopes of just being remembered . See I'm not asking for your pity these are self-inflicted wounds .C I'm living this life even if my world is upside down .I choose to pick up all the pieces if for no other reason but to just save me ,no more walking around with all these demons laying waste to my mind . See the man in the mirror hadn't been a friend of mine . So with everything said in the mist of the storm I've got to admit it feels good to just stand in the rain......

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