Like the rain,
I could cy out,
for endless days
nonstop.

Walking out of life,
ignoring everyword,
thinking yours could save me,
complete me.

Suddenly,
your sunray lighted the path,
thought I found my way
back home.

But the ray
did not heat me up,
to save me
from drowning.

I realized
it had all been a waste,
a waste of rain
for other flowers to rise.