HG ( / Sheffield, England)

Tears In The Rain

Tears in the rain, invisible like ice,
Transparency of feeling to the fore.
A million droplets falling, from darkened haunted skies,
A sense of calm as you stare at the door.
You’re knocking, softly knocking,
But they won’t let you in, unaware that you stand on the step.
And so the rain keeps falling, blending with your pain,
Drenching you, and the secrets you have kept.
You turn and walk away now, off into the night,
The first move that you dreaded you have made.
But return to knock another day is something you won’t do.
Unknown to those inside until you’re slayed.

Heath Gunn copyright 2009

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