With this pain
Comes the dull roar
Of rain
Within
The already drowning
Chambers of my heart.
Dryness depart
And all that’s left
Are stale
Puddles
Of discontent
Better left
Drying.
Trying
Crying
Denying
The slow seeping
Scars
That tunnel deep
And creep from one hollow
To another.
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 6:18 PM UTC
With this pain
Comes the dull roar
Of rain
Within
The already drowning
Chambers of my heart.
Dryness depart
And all that’s left
Are stale
Puddles
Of discontent
Better left
Drying.
Trying
Crying
Denying
The slow seeping
Scars
That tunnel deep
And creep from one hollow
To another.