Saturday, May 6, 2006

The Rain

It’s raining outside
and I was standing near the window.
Finding every shadow
roaming around the place.

Every drop reminds me of you.
Every sound that hits the ground
reveals the emptiness inside me.
Every pour makes me yearn so much of you.

Every raindrop is every tear
that falls from my eyes.
And as it gets heavy,
I begin to feel the hurt inside me.

Every raindrop is a heartache.
Every pouring is regret.
And the moisture in the window glass where I stand
is every scar left by many wounds.

As the rain slowly stopped,
your image immediately faded.
Silence enveloped my room
and the only thing I heard were echoes
of laughters and cries.

As it pours heavy again,
my heart beats fast,
heating up my anger
and breaking me into pieces.

I shouted to relieve the pain
but nobody seemed to care.
The soft blow of the wind embraced me,
and the midnight dew seemed to be fragrance of you.

I closed my eyes
and smiled in my solace.
I see traces of you…but not the real you!
And as I opened my eyes,
I then believe that you’re no longer here with me!


by: jheng manalang prado

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