Rain pours down upon my head
Another day spent cold and wet
In my soul I'm feeling dead
No filled bucket do i get
Revalation no more comes
Another day and still no light
Interior walking still is numb
Neither wandering round gives flight
Repercussions or each drop
Another one falls on again
Instances that never stop
Noting taht there's never when
Only sorrow, only pain
No more ending of the rain

10/05/2002

Author's Note: it is an acrostic too

Posted on 11/22/2002
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