Like droplets of rain it trails down slowly drenching my cheek threatening my being not to surface again from the world of madness from the fortress of sorrow and desperation Like droplets of rain it immerses my eyes completely blinding my sight with utter adulation of victory and delight keeping me steadfast and fearless Both ecstasy and anguish revealed by this little glass-like droplets tears. . . they call it Where compassion and hope lives and how the fatal storm inside me eased I knew how they watched these tears roll freely from my mournful eyes sometimes I feel the comfort sometimes I feel the shame for letting this childish weeping go there's no way to hide it, but why should I? I can't keep it secret since my eyes can't lie Perhaps, yes perhaps when the next rain falls I would cry beneath the cold drizzle which will blend with the same tiny droplets I have created tears, they call it oblivious to the sight of men obscure and unseen because nobody can see my tears as it falls, peacefully in the rain.
Reason for writing:
One painful experience in my life on a rainy day inspired me to write this poem.
Crying is one of the emotional outlets I have but somehow I find it embarassing
to cry infront of people. I must let this hurt go, i ran outside and cried in the pouring rain.
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