Rain

Wash the pain away
soak me to the bone
and chill me to death.
All the pain and hardships
just let it flow away from me.
Watch it go down the drain,
or trickle down the skin
sweat away from within me
and disappear before my eyes.
Let it keep on going.
Never-ending,
with the sky covered in grey streaks
amongst dark clouds.
Similar to tears,
with the heavens crying out
and singing sad songs.
The monotonous dripping sound,
of millions of tears falling
to the painful Earth.
Little droplets,
one by one
or by the dozen.
Come down
and wash everything away
till nothing is left.
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The rain is like a continuous monotonous lullaby that can lull one to sleep, as if to a dream world where one can experience no pain or suffering. The rain always seems like a sad ending, but also a new beginning as well.

River Styxta

Inside the depths of my very soul,
there lay tears as deep as the river Styx
that leads into my heart, black and painful as Hell.
I've cried too long for you
and there in the river, swim all my dreams and goals
moving farther from me as painful memories
that I push into the bottom of my broken heart.
There is no return for all those that have floated past
and it sucks more into it like an endless black hole,
from which I've lost myself.
Only a Hades, a reflection of a pitiful me,
guards over the darker side of me,
eating me up more and more each day.
And it seems more like I'm a frustrated Persephone
who seems to sink into darkness more
than she basks in the sunlight.
Just like my soul has been sucked into hell
swimming endlessly for eternity,
the tears that have come from my heart
seem unending in this pitiful fate.

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Tis the river of sadness and pain, and regret which flows inside of me. That which flows in and out of my heart and soul.

Tears of an Angel

Drops are pouring outside,
slow at first like water droplets
before pouring in the form
of a million tears.
Thousands of angels crying out
in painful remembrance
of the hardships of the world.
Endless sounds of pitter-patter on the ground
with the dark sky engulfing every ray of light.
Eternal till nothing is left to cry for,
and it passes as the world forgets
and starts anew.

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When it rains, it's as if the angels are crying for us. Crying for our pains and sufferings, our joys and our dreams. Mostly, they cry because they hear our souls crying out, longing to shed what we sometimes refuse to make known. Because our souls, and angels, know what we refuse to know.

Plea to a foolish heart

Oh foolish heart of mine,
I would like to tear you out of me.
Relieve me of the pain you bring,
and stop, stop falling.
I beg of you,
grant me this one wish
so that I may live,
not for the sake of my love for others
but for my own sake.
Stop this foolish nonsense
of giving yourself completely,
only to be torn into shreds
like blood,
red tears falling from within.
Don't blind yourself with idealistic dreams
that won't ever come true.
Forget promises
that seem to good to be true
and open your eyes to reality.
I beg of you,
grant me this one wish
so that I may live,
without the hurt
without the pain
without the suffering
without a worthless love.
Leave behind
hopeless fantasies
and move on dear heart.
To a future,
empty of the feeling
empty of the emotion
empty of the past
filled with memories of love.
I beg of you,
just stop falling
and filling me with nothing
but unreciprocated fallacies.
That's all I ask, so please.

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Foolishness, naivete, it keeps us in a cycle of never-ending pain. Sometimes, no matter how much pain we endure, we are constantly in a state of relieving mistakes and bringing back painful memories.

Season of Forgiveness

And when the last snow falls to the ground
with nothing but a distinct sound,
does that mean that snow falls no more
and will our fate be ever more sure.
If the season brings about good cheer,
for me it brings us every near
to a decision that I alone must make
and a new road I alone must take.
And on this road I tread steadily on,
supposedly with my regret long gone
and with our past simply a mere memory,
all your faults but part of a sad romantic story.
Yet human is me,
and woe my humanity
for thinking that it is too hard to forget
not long ago we were like a set.
A pair of two, a pair of doves,
a pair of friends or a pair in love,
a pair of two hurt hearts who needed mending,
or a pair of friends who were just pretending.
Still a set, now no longer does it exist,
and in its wake it has created a rift.
So the season brought it to an end
supposedly it was time to mend,
to forgive and move on as if it were a dream
and I was made to awake it seems.
And so the past has faded into nothing
with our mistakes but a sheer passing
and with the new year just around the corner,
it seems as if I hate you no longer.
Even if forgiveness be part of the season,
it still does not give you a reason,
to forget everything that was or is,
because I for one shall not savor in the bliss
of ignorance.

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For amid the Christmas season, our conscience takes the better of us and makes us do the unexpected.