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Rain Pours Down
SA (31/03/1985 / Sheffield)

Rain Pours Down

Poem By Steve Armstrong

The phone call ends, and I step out of the phone box.
It's dark outside, and the cold, hard rain,
beats down on me from above.
Like arrows piercing armour,
so, the rain pierces my soul.
Penetrating, deep, to the bone.

I run for cover, trying to escape,
my body under ceaseless attack,
a thousand steely swords hack at my limbs,
I cannot move now, weighed down by it all.

I break down on the cobbled street beneath my feet,
on hands and knees, sobbing, begging,
Please God, make this stop! My flesh burns,
I feel as though a thousand plagues have decended upon me.

Why? Why did she have to say those three little words?
My life is in ruins because of it,
all because she said;
Sorry, its over...

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Comments (5)

This held me, a great finale. Love Ernestine
yet another beautiful poem - you really have talent!
Solid emotion richly felt and expressed. Well done, Stephen. Warmest regards, CJ
good description...good poem
Nice work, Stephen. Very moving. Jon.