The Rain Never Stops. The solitude of the dark raindrops shatter as they hit the ground. Each drop stronger and deeper than before. The heart wrenching news that your heart was stolen. Then torn apart forcing you to become another person. Deep into pain and suffrage of your own Accord. Whether with pills or clouds of smoke to take away the chill. Remembrance of the weighing light you once had. The dash of hope going to sleep in its grave. The rain never stops. As the drops continue to fall on your stone. The flowers I left daily for a year in hopes that you would return. The sound of solitude surrounded me when the last best of hope arrived. But it was too late. My heart stopped. And the rain continued to fall. The rain never stops. Not in the morning. Not in sleep. Because when it starts it always finds its way to fall. Forcing it's way through all barriers of strength. Trembling in agony having flashbacks of before. There's something waiting for me on the table. It glistening with freedom. Calling my name. Come closer my friend. Closer and I'll set you free. Red the color of roses in the spring. Glistening sparks of faded memories and the sound of sirens around me. Hearing comeback. Come back. It's you looking directly at me. Fearing it's too late. But seeing your eyes the beautiful blue sky that always captivated me from our first time to my last.
The Rain Never Stops.