Rain drops seep through my thoughts
My sneakers protest against the wet pavment
The tune of a rainy day , mimes my distress
street after street i roam
Looking for an exit, that will free me from everything
tears staining my soul
the pain, the sadness
conflict has many names
tears and rain soak through my being
no exits yet, just dead ends
the streets are getting shorter
doors getting fewer
on where is my exit, that will save me?
sinking deeper into nothing
feelings to numb, hatred to strong
where is my savior?
turning the corner i see a door
heart fluttering, pace faster
my arms reaching, the door opens
the rain has stopped.
