Caught up in the abstain
I could only wish for
the comfort of the rain.
In a constant search of how
I had always thought it
was supposed to be
in a life in a world with
more than just me.
I turned to the world to say
but the world had only
seemed to look the other way.
With no light nor sound
only the darkness I had found.
I wrote a wish upon a star
and threw it back into the
night!
I want to go to bed but please
I don't want to say goodnight!
Tomorrow is sure to
only return the pain
of wishing again for
the comfort of the rain!