What was light rain is now the start of a cold and fearful storm.

The heavy downpour of water
Drenching my long dark hair
And making it stick to my cold freckled cheeks.

The rain hitting the pavement like the shattering of breaking glass.
The melody of a broken heart.

Desperately seeking the calm and steadiness of my melonchaly thoughts I
grow nearer to my home.

I’m not prepared for the war on the other side of the door.
The knocking of an egotistical battle.
Throwing hate like cold stones.
Tearing apart each other’s flesh to see who can cut the deepest.

Im weaping quietly because I start to
Forget what it is I’m fighting for.

When did our heaven become our hell?