Blood Rain

In its slow cries
All can hear.
Why say nothing?
Why steer clear?

You pray for it,
Clasp your dirty hands,
Slaughter it, fool
Its grave it lands.

It wanted freedom,
Sought peace in its wings;
This bloody sparrow of dark,
But you destroy these things.

There was beauty in its life,
Its opaque world of pain,
You couldn't see this though,
So you made blood rain.


It's ye boy

Very nice! It`s that wonderful kind of poem where the idea seems clear, but different lines nurture different theories, this is one of the first poems ive read here that I truly enjoyed!

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741