The rain coalesces with my tears,
turning them into nothing but
mere droplets of water,
diluting the pain each droplet holds.
The pain that’s brimming within,
overflowing, impossible to be contained.
I press my palm to my face,
wondering if my cheeks are wet
from my tears or the rain.
I cry and cry as it pours down,
no one to hear me around —
I cry until I’m gasping for breath,
and the raindrops slowly cease to pelt.
I want to feel that emptiness
that people say you feel after you cry,
but the pain stays right where it was, gnawing,
and the clouds, once again, darken the sky.
PHOTO CREDIT : PLATO TERENTEV
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