That day the sky shed droplets;
Of throb, ache and grief.

Fallen like bright livid hails;
Everywhere I see.

It gave me scars and bruises;
And cuts not too deep.

I saw the ground beneath me;
Scattered pain unseen.

But I ought to assemble;
What's left to be seen.

Bristles of hurt and sadness;
I leaned to take in.

Dimming all hopes and roses;
All imagined tales.