Rain

I can't take these boiling emotions anymore.

The thunder rolls in the background in the mountains

The animals scatter to their homes

All but one

A lonely woman sitting on a hill

Letting the rain fall and hit her in a thousand different places on her skin

But the rain masks a different type of water

Salt water

The water that is streaming down her cheeks

She feels as if her boyfriend doesn't care

He never texts her

He never calls

He never says how much she means to him

Does she mean anything to him

Other people don't see how much pain she is in

Because she has learned to hide it with a fake smile

But if you look at her eyes

You can see she is burning inside

She has given everything to him

He has given nothing in return

How she aches to be held

To be cared for

To be loved...

But she has fallen into the same trap again

That is the price she pays for being a hopeless romantic

Her arms cross over her knees and she lowers her head letting out a choked sob

As her clothes get drenched by the wet precipitation 

She cares not

For her heart is broken

Why can't somebody see how hurt she really is

Doesn't anybody care for the woman

When people ask her if she is okay and she replies "I'm fine"

She wants them to reply "No...you're not. What's wrong?"

But no...nobody asks.

Her sad green eyes become blank

She lives her life in a lie

She truly is everybody's fool. 

Author's Note

I'm feeling a lot of pain right now, so please be nice. A simple "Hey I hope you're okay..." will suffice.

Reviews

[Patricia B. Hepler]

We-if I may speak for others at this moment-have instinctual compassion for those in pain, for we, too, maybe suffering pain...
How are you today- right this minute?
Remember, you will never be alone. You, too, have compassion~ Soft hugs to you, pat

[.R.P.]

Dense body of work. I think you would benefit from experimenting with prose. You seem to have a lot of context and prose is a very liberal table to set when you have lots to purvey. Enjoyed this!

[HaleythePoet]

Forgive me for sounding somewhat stupid, but what is prose? I've seen it as an option on here but I don' t know what it is.

[.R.P.]

Its poetry, but in essay form, made famous (IMO) by Charles Baudelaire the brilliant French Modernist. A great example of his prose would be "The Old Woman's Despair" if you'd like to see a solid example and maybe take a crack at it. I enjoy the prose form because you can maintain aesthetic while still providing dense context and more story or theory to the work itself. Its a more flexible form and more advantageous to the writer (IMO). And you don't sound stupid, this platform is for writers to share and exchange information! :)

[Ian H Morrison]

Hey how you doing well i hope. now lets get on lovely poem written well it shows an incredible amount of emotion

[Enid Blake]

We've all been in this place and if there's anything positive to come from it, it is at the very least some beautiful poetry.
Hey, I hope you're ok :)

[Muse]

A melancholy heart often inspires the best kind of poetry.

Well penned..hope you are okay..I know that if often feels...as if it's going to rain every day...but it won't ...the sun..will show its face someday.

Muse

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hey I do hope you are Ok! I have felt the same emotions many times. Guess what? you have to survive. I am a hopeless romantic and so, I am told choose the wrong people to be with. Do yourself a favour. Respect yourself and next time you decide he is the one, make sure it is for YOU and the right reason. Don't simply fill the gap. This is again a poem with emotion and they are simply the best!

[John Fitzgerald]

First I hope you're okay...

Secondly this is wonderful stark. It tears at the sinews, bleeding openly.

Very real and effecting.