Praying for The Rain
Scattered pages lay all around
and words reflect within my eyes.
In these walls without a sound
exists my sanctuary of lies.
Connected by mere threads
to the world that exists outside.
That stream of thoughts has come to tread
upon me like a tide.
The words pass through my eyes
and as if they were a filter to my soul
my eyes become covered with dyes,
unable to fulfill their role.
I hold my pillow in the night
and the days pass one by one.
I lift my face to feel the light
but the warmth it gives is gone.
A storm arrives like a dark knight
and the silence is slashed apart.
The threads are broken by a piercing light
that strikes all the way to my heart.
The walls shake as thunder crashes
and the lies all seem to scatter
as if they might be burnt to ashes,
as if they don't even matter.
The pitter patter of the rain
is like an alarm that echoes through
my heart as it grows sane.
The false worlds, false words... adieu.
I open a window to the sky
and it feels like my heart too is open
as everything is washed away,
as everything is unbroken.
The sky is flooded with radiant tears
that even gods could not contain.
And I realize as my eyes clear,
I have always been praying for the rain.
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