Rain Drops – Sonnet

Each raindrop was but a tear to me,
As I walked along the lonely wooded path.
My day was sad, and I couldn’t see
Anything, but your senseless wrath.

You’re life is empty, you have no goals!
You’ve begun to cling to me like a vine.
You’ve placed me in such awful roles.
Put yourself first, inside your shrine.

And what then can be this thing called love?
It’s a death-throe, strangling me, it’s my last breath,
No peaceful ecstasy, no sweet white dove.
You’ll hound me man, unto my death!

Each raindrop is but one more tear dear friend,
Quaff I this bitter drink, wondering when it will end.

4 thoughts on “Rain Drops – Sonnet

    • Thanks…I’m trying to get into the dark side of the force that everyone else write in from time to time. However, these photos and the reasons why I sometimes go out walking in the rain inspired my muse.


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