Black rain falls upon my page <br />from melancholy springs. <br />Dead rain drips from tired eyes <br />as life goes down the drain. <br />Drops of pain fall silent, <br />unperceived by sheltered hearts. <br />The last rain, let it give release <br />that peace may breach this dark. <br />Staring at reflection <br />in a pond of forgotten sins, <br />Melancholy splashes violently, <br />revealing Déjà vu again. <br />Cleansing waters from your throne <br />have healed me many times before. <br />Let them rain upon my head <br />and lift me up once more. <br /> <br />Bill Cantrell<br /><br />Bill Cantrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-rain/
