Change

The rain is falling now,

it cleanses the sorrow.

 

Shades of brown and blue,

painful thoughts are pushing through.

The agony rises and tears like a saw,

the horizon is shallow but reaps so raw.

 

Wait. Wait. Will change come soon?

Trials of life are my boon.

Experiences are plentiful,

wisdom now soars while deafining silence counters.

 

We sought no remorse for the pain,

our energies now drained.

Stand and be noticed,

change is at hand.

 

Not here nor there to hide your truth,

I could have saved us from this heartful youth.

The rain has stopped now,

too much time has it borrowed.