Just Another Rainy DayA Poem by Soma-ko The rain is known to cleanse the soul, but what of the rain's soul? Piles and piles of
hate weigh me down, My shoulder
slumped, pointing at the ground. The rain plummets
down as my tears try to catch up, Alone on an empty
street was I, clutching my cup. Myriads of myriads
of droplets smash onto the floor, The shrieks of
countless inevitable deaths scream into my ears. Onto my knees I
fall, so feeble and frail, Letting go of my
cup, the small change it carried bailed. A smile of
sympathy twitched upon my face, Not for the incessant
rain that continued to oscillate, But for myself,
who I've begun to ruminate. How sad was I, I,
who began to dissipate. My life is but a
shutter, like a candle lit and blown out. Something so
meaningless, something everyone else shut out. My tears began to
mix with the rain, The pure souls
that hit me, relieving no pain. Looking to the
black clouds that polluted the sky, I let out a deep
breath, what some may call a ‘sigh’. Closing my eyes, I
wish I would die, But like each and
every day, I fall asleep. How wry. © 2013 Soma-koReviews
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