The Rain
Outside the window, the rain falls down
Heavy and weighted like a broken ship.
I feel like a king without his crown,
And melancholy seeps from my lip.
There is nothing but pure night
And the sounds of weeping slip through.
I stare to a frame, not feeling right,
Soon, my heart turns blue.
I am barred in, stuck in one place
Feeling like a bird in a cage.
I reach up to touch your face,
But you disappear, my mind begins to rage.
Why? Why must I feel this way?
The rain patters gently now, and the sun will come another day.
poem by Matthew Peel
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