The cold, hard, rain,
Falls like the grief stricken
Tears from my heart.
As I watch the droplets,
They collide with the abused,
Beige, cement of the school yard.
Isolated puddles form,
And drain away through holes,
Much like the one left inside me.
I look up to heaven bound skies,
But I can not see
The life I seek
There is not a Kowhai ray,
In the dull gray fear I see.
There is not a single ray,
Being sent down to here.
The feeling of warmth is
Driven away by the cold,
Harsh, death that has beaten
Me to my heartland home.
As I listen, the dead silence
Draws the rain down harder,
And my tears still flow,
Like the droplets falling from heaven.
My fears will not fade,
And my tears will not evaporate.
My heart will continue loving,
But the pain I feel will not go
Till I am at rest with her alone.
Bronwyn Bell
Copyright Дж2003 Bronwyn Theresa Bell
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Written May 1st, 2003
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