I catch myself thinking
Along with the rain
That dulls the pain
But never heals its reason.
Rain, merciless,
As assassin’s dagger
Soaked in poison,
Builds illusionary walls
Around the hearts
Broken and betrayed,
Forlorn and silenced
By viciousness of minds
And carelessness of words.
I can hear
The endless litany
Of hearts,
As I close my eyes
To breathe in
The laudanum essence
Of rain.
Trickling down
The spine of the world,
It fills up
The emptiness
that once was a heart,
To overflow
And dry up
In the unforgiving sun
Of life.
Rain, merciless,
Selfish,
Cruel
As a lover cast aside,
Washes away
Everything
But memory
Of betrayal.
The imagery of rain as both a numbing agent and a cruel, persistent force is powerful, and it lingers like a bruise on the soul. I especially felt the weight of “laudanum essence of rain”—what a stunning line.
This hits hard! Well written.